#i kind of. ran out of steam by the time it came to talk about jaykyle which is. funny. given that it's what you Asked about

[scattered-winter]

ok winter...it's my turn now: jaykyle. i am intrigued, and i'd like to know as much as is feasible to tell me. (it's killing me to send something this open-ended but i feel like i don't actually know enough about them to be more specific.)

TEEHEE <3333 SOOOO GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I CARE THEM <33

jaykyle is a ship between two of my favorite dc characters, jason todd and kyle rayner. they're both sooo fascinating on their own AND as a pairing and I just <3333 this is gonna get long because 1) they both have very long and complicated stories that's gonna take a bit to unpack and 2) I love them <33 and I love to talk about them <333 a bit of forewarning, but comics storylines are RIDICULOUSLY complicated and pretty much every single character has more origins, timelines, and personalities than you can shake a stick at. in the comics fandom we take marie kondo's words to heart because if we tried to stick to What Canon Says, we would be running in circles all day because everything contradicts itself. everything is canon and nothing is canon and if it doesn't spark joy, it isn't true <3 I'll explain everything to the best of my ability but it's gonna get Real Complicated Real Fast

tw for death (child and otherwise)

jason todd (playlist) is part of the batfam (group of vigilantes associated with batman) and he's also part of the wayne family (by adoption). I looked everywhere for the panels to show how he was introduced because it's objectively the funniest way to introduce any character but alas, they have eluded me so I'll just tell you: he grew up in the poorer parts of gotham city with his parents, catherine and willis todd. willis got caught up in two-face's gang (because gotham city as a whole has a trend of eating its people alive/forcing them to do crime because they're desperate and have no choice etc etc) and ended up getting killed because of it, and catherine died of an illness, leaving jason to fend for himself on the streets.* he is brought into the story by jacking the tires off the BATMOBILE, and getting caught by batman himself. in response to this he hits batman with a tire iron, calls him a big boob, and runs away (and in the process making bruce laugh out loud in the same place his parents died which makes me SOO OUGHOUGHOUGHOUGH)

*catherine and willis both loved jason very much, but recent comics have portrayed willis as abusive/catherine as neglectful, which doesn't spark joy for me personally so I tend to ignore those ones and stick to the others where they were genuinely loving parents who fell on hard times.

the original robin, dick grayson, recently moved on from the mantle and went to live somewhere else,* so bruce adopted jason and started training him as the new robin. he was a very bright, very loving boy who enthusiastically went to school and read books and loved bruce so so much and bruce loved him because that was his KID.**

*I can't remember if he went to live with the titans or went to gotham's sister city, bludhaven; but in any case he ends up in bludhaven eventually and operates there as nightwing

**In more recent comics, jason's robin days are portrayed as him being brash and violent (new drinking game: take a shot every time a comic describes robin jason as "angry" or "reckless" smfh) and of course while being a vigilante involves violence, and being a well-rounded character, jason did indeed have moments of anger, I strongly dislike this way of thinking because it takes so much away from his character and you'll see what I mean by that in a minute.

however, the happy days weren't gonna last. jason discovered that catherine todd wasn't his biological mother, and he had found some evidence pointing to who his birth mother was. (I think it was a birth certificate that was partially damaged so he couldn't see the whole name but it's been a while since I've read the comic where that happens so don't quote me on that) but regardless of how he found out, jason set out to find his real mother. he'd narrowed down the list of possible mothers to a few different women, so he found them each in turn and ruled them out as he went. he ran away from home to go on his little self-discovery mission, and the only reason bruce didn't go after him was because the joker had a big scheme with a nuclear missile that kinda took precedence. but by pure happenstance, they ran into each other and decided to work together for both their goals (stopping joker AND finding jason's mom). eventually jason and bruce narrowed the list down to one woman: sheila haywood. they travelled to ethiopia to find her, and jason actually did, but moments after meeting her, sheila betrayed him and handed him over to the joker, who proceeded to beat jason within an inch of his life with a crowbar while sheila watched.

(batman: a death in the family)

he then tied up sheila and left them both to die in the warehouse because he rigged it with a bomb. jason, despite being betrayed by her literally minutes before, stopped to untie her to get her out instead of saving himself. but the bomb went off with them both inside, just in time for batman (who had been frantically rushing to the warehouse as soon as he heard that jason had been captured) to see the explosion <3

(batman: a death in the family)

and the thing that REALLY fucks me up is that even after everything she did to him, jason still used himself as a human shield to try and protect sheila. these two panels have literally caused me lasting damage

(batman: a death in the family)

this is also why the narrative of jason being reckless makes me so angry. he didn't die because he was a reckless idiot who rushed into danger without a thought, he died because he tried to save a woman who nearly got him killed. he died shielding her with his own body even though she betrayed him literally a few minutes earlier. some comic writers have rewritten the scene to take out sheila entirely, but that takes away a huge part of the story!!!! jason didn't die because he was reckless!! he died because he was trying to save someone!!!! I will literally fight people on that to my grave smh

bruce brought jason's body back to gotham and buried him, and was never really the same after that (but that's a topic for another ramble because this is about THE BOY <3)

this is where things get a little trippy <3 first thing you gotta know about comic books is that death is RARELY permanent. the exact details are lost on me since I tend to avoid the big crisis events (and the headache they give me) but basically superboy-prime punches the fabric of the universe and kinda .. breaks some things. and jason wakes up in his coffin (slightly zombified), six feet underground. after clawing his way out of his own fucking grave, jason gets hit by a fucking CAR and is then taken in by talia al ghul (one of bruce's past lovers, daughter of ra's al ghul [leader of the league of assassins]). talia put jason in something called a lazarus pit, which is basically a pool of green bubbly goo that can resurrect someone (ra's al ghul is hundreds of years old and keeps himself alive with the pits). jason came fully back to life and stayed with talia for a time, during which he travelled the world to be trained by some of the best/most notorious fighters and assassins all over the globe. at this point, he'd been dead for quite a while (a year AT LEAST) and so when he finds out that the joker is still fucking ALIVE, it's .... a shock, to say the least. it's a very complicated issue because batman's deepest-rooted rule is to Never Kill, and there were a lot of underlying circumstances preventing him from killing the joker right after jason's death (despite really, really wanting to) but the thing is. the joker just keeps killing and hurting people, and he gets put in arkham asylum, and escapes and kills more people, then gets put in arkham again, and it's just a vicious cycle where the joker just keeps hurting more and more people. and like. jason got murdered by the joker and the guy is still fucking alive and murdering more people. so he heads off to gotham with a huge plan to confront bruce and make him choose once and for all: kill the joker, or let jason die. this whole arc is my very favorite comic book of all time, batman: under the red hood <333 basically jason becomes a crime boss called red hood (which was the joker's old alias before he became...well, the joker) and plots CIRCLES around bruce, joker, and the other crime bosses. they're literally his pawns the entire time <3 but this all comes to a head when jason traps batman, the joker, and himself in a room where he finally reveals his identity to batman and gives him an ultimatum: kill the joker, or kill him. he had the whole place rigged with explosives so that no matter what bruce chose, they would still blow up (as a form of insurance? as a form of suicide? who knows!)

I'd like to point out the obvious and say that jason was NOT in a great state of mind during this whole thing. like. this post highlights it very well imo, but tl:dr jason didn't really...make a plan for after the showdown. it was clear that he had a single goal in mind, which was facing off with bruce and the joker once and for all, and it was also clear how it would end because he knew deep down that bruce would never kill the joker. so he knew he would die going into it but he didn't really care. he did in fact die at the end of under the red hood, since he was originally meant to be a one-off character, but he was so popular that dc sorta erased his death at the end of utrh and established him as a main batfam player.

jason's post-resurrection characterization is REALLY inconsistent, but really at his core, he's deeply traumatized and angry, and his driving motivation is to save gotham in what he deems is the "right" way: killing criminals so that they're no longer a problem. which, considering how many times supervillains break out of arkham and wreak havoc, isn't really that far of a stretch. but because of batman's firm moral stance on killing, the two have a very .... complicated relationship. but regardless jason has one of the coolest designs in the entire batfam in my opinion <3

(batman: three jokers)

(red hood and the outlaws) (I hate this comic for what it did to the other characters but the art was pretty at least)

sometimes he's drawn with a white streak in his hair (a side effect of the lazarus pit) which is one of my FAVORITE looks for him <33 and he's a regular contender for my icon because he's my blorbo bingus blob boy <3333

BUT ANYWAY <333 ON TO KYLE <333

disclaimer: I haven't been reading kyle's comics as long as I have jason's (jason was my gateway character who first got me into comics in the first place so I had a lot more time to really dig into his comics and characterization) and there's a lot of info about each character that's kind of...absorbed over time. because there's so many different stories and comics about each character, it's hard to find everything they appear in, and since I haven't been reading kyle for as long, I don't consider myself an expert on him in any way but I'll do my best to talk about him because he's my favorite green lantern <3

(playlist) in order to explain kyle, first I need to explain hal jordan. he's the Original green lantern (meaning when you think of the dc superhero green lantern, he's probably the one who comes to mind despite there being more lanterns than I can count. he's the most well-known by FAR) but basically, the green lanterns are an intergalactic military/police force led by the guardians (a bunch of really tiny blue guys). they use green power rings that are fueled by willpower, and so only someone with a lot of willpower (specifically, the will to "overcome great fear") can be a green lantern. (there's a ring for every color on the spectrum, but that's another ramble for another day). hal jordan had been losing faith in the lantern corps for a long time, but the last straw was when his hometown, coast city, was destroyed. hal basically went into a massive grief spiral and tried to bring back the entire city and didn't have enough power to do that, so he took on the name parallax and murdered pretty much the entire corps, and most of the guardians to absorb the main green power source to get enough power to Resurrect The City. but one guardian managed to escape to earth, where he found kyle rayner and gave him the last green power ring.

being practically the only green lantern left, kyle had to defeat parallax and restore the corps practically by himself. and the thing about kyle is that he's the GOOFIEST guy on the planet (affectionate). upon finding out that he's now a superhero he proceeds to immediately go tell his ex-girlfriend about it (alex <333) and they have a photoshoot of him in his suit. I fucking love them <333

but alas!!! happy days don't last <3 kyle leaves alex alone for literally only a few minutes to go be a hero, and while he's gone, one of green lantern's biggest enemies breaks into her apartment and murders her. kyle comes back to find her dead body stuffed inside the fridge (fun fact: that's actually where the term "fridging" came from <3) and he proceeds to. torture and almost kill the guy who did it. we love an unhinged icon <3

(green lantern #55)

it's been a while since I've read his origin comic, but kyle eventually defeats parallax. further down the line, he becomes a white lantern (mega-powerful because it has the powers of all the colors in the spectrum, not just green) and in my personal favorite comic, also becomes ion (basically the living embodiment of green lantern power. also basically a god) and tbh it's his BEST look of all time

(ion: guardian of the universe)

like I said, I don't really have as clear of an idea of kyle's timeline since there's a few gaps in my reading, but the essentials is that he literally can't keep a girlfriend because they keep dying, and he continuously gets the power of a literal god and is so humble and heroic about it that it never goes to his head. but he also consistently tortures and kills without really showing any remorse whatsoever <33 he has the range <33

BUT. AT LAST. WE GET TO JAYKYLE. THE THING YOU ASKED ABOUT IN THE FIRST PLACE. there's only ONE comic that I know of where they actually interact on-panel, and that's countdown presents: the search for ray palmer. it's tied in with countdown to final crisis, which is one of the biggest dc events of all time, and I haven't read it and probably never will because the big crises always give me SUCH a headache to try and understand </3 but I HAVE read search for ray palmer because <3 of them <3

essentially it's a story where the atom (ray palmer) gets lost in the multiverse and so 3 people who are already kind of...Outside the Mainstream Timeline embark on a multiverse journey to find him. those 3 people? jason todd, kyle rayner, and donna troy. jason is only alive because the timeline shattered, kyle was literally a time-and-reality-altering god not just once, but multiple times, and donna troy has also died and come back and like. is the only comics character with Self Awareness (remember when I said every comic book character has a gazillion different origins and reboots? donna remembers ALL of them <3) and so all three of them are affectionately referred to as "cosmic mistakes" because. they're literally irregularities in the cosmic timestream. and I love them for it <3

the reason I'm a jaykyle truther is because. they're so fucking funny in that comic. they argue in pretty much every single panel they share, but their internal monologues are....very, very homoeretic.

(kyle, about jason) (countdown: search for ray palmer: wildstorm)

(jason, about kyle) (countdown to final crisis #33)

and honestly, it's about how fucked up they would be together. they would tear each other apart and also tear apart everyone else and it would be a horrible time for everyone involved <3 there are ships for cute cuddles and then there are ships for fucking killing each other and jaykyle is the second one <3333

[targaryenluvs]

— ALL GROWN UP

pairings: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.

warnings: normal coryo in all honesty, jealousy, flirting, p in v, oral (m), choking, kinda subby coryo - for a bit, time gap he spent a year in 12 (i got lazy this is short and basically just porn with slight plot)

a/n: hehehehe first fic of 2024 kiddos besides the klaus one!

your laughter was the last thing coriolanus wanted to hear, ever. it was still annoying when he was here, and it was still once he returned.

"there's no way!" tigris giggled a loud as you joined in.

"tigris?" he called out to her, waiting. "coryo!" tigris yelled as she ran to him, his arms open for her. "it's so good to see you, you’ve been so busy." you laughed, "your hair, it's worse in person." would you shut up? who were you to interrupt a family-

your night dress was black, short, barely below your crotch. lace details, messy hair, you were nothing short a of a dream, and it was messing with his head. he was so use to hating you, your stupid gorgeous face and here he was, dumbstruck. “y/n?” you nodded with a sweet smile, “how are you coriolanus?”

he sighed, “exhausted, between the university and dr gaul, it seems i’m stretched thin these days.” you nodded along, “it seems you’re well on your way to success.” he inhaled, not use to your kind words, “thank you.”

apparently you were staying with the snow’s for a week or so, much to coriolanus’s elation. surprisingly, in the time he’d been away you’d become, tolerable. it sure as hell had nothing to do with the sway in your walk, your sweet eyes looking up at him and your new found confidence, no he just felt nice.

he was itching to get a taste.

he’d seen you out and about, talking with almost all the people around. a kind smile aimed at quite literally everyone. almost every guy in the restaurant seemed to know you, and he couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

didn’t they know you came for lunch with him?

shouldn’t they know better?

you weren’t his, yet.

it was late at night, you needed something to drink.

grandma’ams tea isn’t exactly the most refreshing. you were in the midst of scouring the kitchen for a teabag of actual flavour when you’d heard him behind you.

“looking for this?” he held the jar in his hands, “actually, yes.” you walked over to grab it and he only held it higher, “coryo, please.” he grinned, “coryo huh?” you placed your hands on your hips, annoyed, “yes, now if you don’t mind.” the jar clattered on the counter and you quickly swiped it away. “would you like some?”

in the reflection of the glass cabinet, you saw him shake his head, “i’m in the mood for something else.” you giggled at his vagueness, “oh? and what might that be mr snow?” his smirk was all you needed to know what he was hinting at. “you’re playing a dangerous game here coryo,” he feigned confusion, “am i now?” you smiled, “yes you are.” he was behind you now, breath heavy and hot on your shoulder, “i might be, question is, are you willing to play?”

his lips were on your neck, light as ever, open mouthed kisses all the way up to your cheek. “cory” he gathered your hair, swinging it over your shoulder, “cory? that’s new.” you smiled, “i know. i’m going to take a shower, wanna join? to conserve water of course.” as if they need to, they had more than enough money now.

“to conserve, of course.”

the hot water rose steam, surrounding you as coryo watched from outside. the fog covered up all the parts he wanted to see, and his night pants seemed smaller. soap running all over you, soft hands trailing down. “i think you’ll get a much better view from in here.”

he ripped his clothes off, practically stumbling around in the soft glow of the guest room lamp. he’d been waiting for so long. ten minutes. his hands massaged your scalp, washing it off remaining shampoo and conditioner. ridding your body of any soap, your shoulders, your stomach, your thighs.

and soon enough he pressed you against the wall, imprints of hands staining the glass. you were both unbearably needy, messy kisses and desperate touches. you revelled in his grasp, you felt as if your skin was on fire. “y/n, please.” he whined. you giggled at his begging, “please what coryo?” you stroked his dick as he groaned out, “suck me off. now.” you laughed at his words, “pretty bossy for someone who was whining like a little bitch two seconds ago.” he was about to protest but your warm mouth on him seemed to shut up all forms of protest.

“oh god.” he leaned his head back on the wall as you dug your nails into the back of his thighs. the water pouring down on the two of you made coryo glisten, his abs looking especially sweet. droplets of water fell down from his hair onto you.

as if you weren’t enough the view of you on your knees, your tuts on display was more than enough for him to explode down your throat. “fuck, when did you learn to do this slut? you been practicing f’me?” his attempt at regaining control had you suppressing your laughter.

but his hand in your hair tugging you to your feet, crazy eyes and a very attractive smirk? “only for you cory.” you wrapped your arms around his neck and gently kissed him, “all for me.”

“please, cory. i need you.” you leaned your head against his as he directed his cock to entrance, teasing you. “you want it?” you nodded your head vehemently, “god just please, fuck me.” he kissed your cheek before pushing in, “anything you say baby.” you moaned out at the feeling of him in you, filling you to the brim. you felt unbearably hot, between the running water and coryo rutting into you it felt like heaven.

you can feel the wetness dripping down your thigh, mixing in with the water, “messy girl, aren’t you?” your hands dug into his shoulders almost painfully, “jump up.” wrapping your legs around of his waist, his hands cupped your ass. his pace is unbelievably brutal, “such a bitch to me, making me look weak.”

you shook your head, “didn’t mean to, didn’t mean to i swear.” you mewl, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, as coryo lets out throaty groans.

“stop crying.”

“i can’t, you feel so good!”

“stop crying or i’m not gonna let you cum.” his hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your airway. the dizziness paired with his thrusts inside of you was absolutely delicious. he let up only to mark you before returning to it.

“not yet," his grip around your throat tightened as coryo continued thrusted into you, obviously chasing his own high. "you'll cum when i do.” please cum. you thought, please please please.

his hips slowed down as he groaned, “fuck, all for me yeah? all grown up, aren’t you baby?” your nails marked up his back as he grunted, the hot water seemed to make the fresh marks hurt all the more. coriolanus loved the stinging, almost as much as he loved your cunt.

“cum, cum for me.” you weren’t sure if your release came before or after, but all you felt was unwavering pleasure and relief. you rested your head in the crook of his neck, you were so exhausted. “you did good, so good y/n.” coryo praised you as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

“let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

[slut4thebroken]

Second Chances

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Pairing | Emmett x reader

Summary | Emmett takes advantage of your kindness and hospitality.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, non con, emotional manipulation, praise, guilt tripping, very large age gap, painful sex, first time, breeding, crying, bro has hella trauma fr.

Words | 2.5 k

Notes | Direct result of my Emmett brain rot (Also two fics in one day??🫣)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

“Here you go.” You smiled, handing the steaming mug to him. 

“Thanks.” His voice was quiet as he took it from you and held it in his lap. 

“What’s your name?” You asked, sitting down next to him, hoping you weren’t intruding too much. He paused for a moment, seemingly debating if he actually wanted to make conversation with you and give you “personal” information about himself. 

“Emmett.” He finally said. 

You gave him your name and watched as his eyes dragged down your body, taking in every inch of you. With a blush, you cleared your throat and looked away for a moment to gather your thoughts. “Are you sure you don’t need anything else? Are you warm enough?” He looked over you again with a neutral expression that made you squirm a little. 

“Actually I’m still a little cold. Is there anywhere I could go that’s inside?” 

“Oh- yes! Of course.” You said quickly as you got to your feet. “My parents will be out of the house for another couple of hours so you can use some extra blankets and maybe lay down on the couch for a while.” You smiled. He didn’t return the expression as he stood up and followed you for a couple minutes until you finally walked up a porch to the front door. 

“Okay, let me just grab another blanket and then I’ll start the fire place as well.” You ran off to retrieve a blanket and when you came back, he was sitting on the couch looking around the room. 

He gave you a small “thank you” after you handed him the blanket and you could feel his eyes on you as you walked forward, then kneeled down in front of the fireplace. “You live here with your parents?” He suddenly asked, almost startling you. 

“Yeah. Since there’s three of us, we got our own place. A lot of other people had to share.” He hummed in acknowledgment and you finished up with starting the fire before turning around to face him, finding his eyes already on you. “Can I get you anything else?” 

“This is more than enough.” He said softly. 

“Okay… Well, I’ll let you rest. If you’re hungry I can try to make something?” You offered with a kind smile. 

“Actually I’d rather talk with you.” 

“Oh-” You said, eyes widening in surprise— He didn’t seem like the kind of man who would want to make small talk with a stranger. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to someone like this.” You hesitantly got up and sat down next to him on the couch. 

“Like what?” You asked curiously. 

“So loud… and about things other than survival.” His voice was still quiet, but this time there was a bit of a solemn undertone to it. 

“Oh.” You bit your lip, trying to think of what to say, but not really knowing how to approach this. “You never… had anyone to talk to about normal stuff? Surely it wasn’t all survival.” You can’t even imagine what he must have experienced. When he suddenly looked away and clenched his jaw, you realized that you might’ve over stepped. “I’m sorry, that was— I shouldn't have pried…”

“It’s fine. I had a family, but they’re gone now.” He still wasn’t looking at you. Taking one last sip from the mug, he leaned forward, then placed it on the coffee table. 

“God, I- I’m so sorry.” You said quietly. 

“It’s silly, but… I miss being able to hug them— to hug people.” He finally looked at you again, this time with a sad smile. “I remember the last time I felt someone’s touch… 11 weeks ago.” That must have been when his family died…

“Would you like a hug?” You offered nervously, hoping you weren’t too bold again. He studied you for another moment before nodding. 

“That would be really nice.” Once you had his approval, you moved closer and wrapped your arms around him, letting him do the same even though his wet clothes were starting to dampen yours. He let out a quiet breath and relaxed into the embrace. “Thank you… I’ve been so lonely.” He whispered, making you frown. 

“You won’t have to be anymore. The people here are very kind, you’ll make plenty of friends.” 

“I can tell.” His voice was a little amused now and he pulled back just enough to look at you. “If it’s not too much trouble… could I hug you a little more?” 

“Of course.” You said instantly, then let out a startled sound when he lifted you onto his lap so you were straddling his thighs. You thought he meant more as in for a longer period of time, not.. this…

“Thank you.” He said again, pulling you closer and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You were stiff for a few seconds, still trying to process this new development, but finally you relaxed into him and hugged him a little tighter. “I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like.” He whispered against your neck. 

“To hug?” You wondered, trying to understand. 

“Yes. But also the gentle touch of a woman.” A blush took over your face and you cleared your throat awkwardly. “You know, my wife… I was with her when she passed.” He said quietly. You were already dreading where this was going, not sure you could handle learning about any more of the pain he’s suffered since the start of everything. “I had a really hard time understanding and accepting this… but she said she wanted me to move on. To be happy again.” One of his arms stayed wrapped around your upper body, but the other moved a little lower, pulling you closer so your hips were also flush with his. 

“Emmett…” You said quietly, trying to pull away, but he just tightened his grip and you finally felt the bulge pressed up against your heat. You tried not to gasp at the realization.

“Shh… It’s okay. I just— You look so much like her…” You had no idea what to say. You’ve never been in a position like this before. “I’m sorry.” He suddenly pulled away and you stared down at him in confusion. “I’m sorry. I don’t deserve this. Not after everything I’ve done— everything I didn’t do.” Your lips parted, but no words could come out for a moment.  

“You deserve feeling safe and cared for. Everything you had to do was for the sake of staying alive.” At least you assumed it was. Honestly you have no idea what he’s done. “And it’s not your fault— what happened to your family. You did everything you could.” You said softly and he started shaking his head. “Yes. You can’t blame yourself, Emmett. Maybe that’s why your wife said that to you before she passed… because she knew how much you’d struggle with it.” 

“You remind me of her so much.” He said through a choked sob, making you freeze. You had no idea he’d get so emotional. Not knowing what else to do, you just pulled him back into the hug and held him tightly. “That’s exactly the kind of response she would’ve given.” He croaked. In response, you just hugged him even tighter. 

“It’s okay…” You whispered. “I’m so sorry, Emmett. No one deserves to go through what you have.” 

“It hurts.” He cried, making your heart ache for him. 

“Tell me what you need. How can I help?” You said quickly, not wanting to see him like this any longer. 

“Can I— can I kiss you?”

“What?!” You choked out, making him pull back to look at you. The tear tracks on his cheeks were far less than what you thought they’d be, but maybe they just wiped off on your dress. 

“Please. I miss her so much and… god you look exactly like her.” He whispered, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. 

“I…” You’ve never kissed anyone before. Are you really about to give it away to a stranger you just met less than an hour ago? “Emmett…”

“I know I don’t deserve it— I know. But I just… it hurts so bad, I can’t take it.” He all but whimpered, making your hesitant expression melt into something softer and more sympathetic. 

“…I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You admitted quietly and you swore his eyes darkened, but it was too hard to really tell. 

“I know I’m asking far too much of you— I know I don’t deserve your kindness,” 

“Stop saying things like that.” You frowned. “You deserve kindness, you deserve to feel loved, just like everyone else.” He stared at you for a moment, his eyes still glossy with tears, then he was suddenly leaning forward and capturing your lips in a kiss. You let out a muffled sound of surprise and brought your hands to his chest, trying to push him away. In response, he snaked his hand around your head to grasp your hair, holding you still as he moaned quietly. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled against your lips. You let out another startled sound when he suddenly threw you off of him so you were laying on your back on the couch. Before you could move away, he was crawling over you, kissing you again as his hands roamed your body. 

“Emmett-” You tried to say as you continued pushing his chest, but he was too strong. “Stop!” 

“I know.” He panted before snaking his hand down your stomach all the way to the apex of your thighs. He slipped under your dress easily and roughly cupped your sex, making you whimper. 

“Emmett, please stop.” 

“I will. I will— I just need this. I haven’t been with a woman in so long…” He whispered. “I promise I’ll be fast.” 

“Please don’t,” You whimpered, already feeling tears brimming in your eyes. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” His hand suddenly left your body to open his pants and free his cock, then he was pulling your panties to the side and lining up. 

“Please! I- I’m a..” You sobbed, trying anything to get this to stop. 

“I’ll be gentle.” He promised, then faltered and added, “At least… I’ll try to be.” When you felt the head of his cock drag through your folds, your body went completely rigid. 

“Please! Emmett, please don’t,” You cried, still trying to push him away. 

“Shh…” The blunt head of his cock was against your entrance now, pushing as hard as possible, trying to fit inside you. When he finally breached your opening, his hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your shrill scream. “Oh— fuck… I'm not gonna last.” He moaned loudly, letting his head drop down for a moment. The tears in your eyes were finally falling and you sobbed almost violently behind his hand. Your crying only got worse though when he continued pushing in. 

“Almost there.” He whispered and you let out an anguished sob in response. It felt like you were being ripped open as he continued pushing deeper, a lot farther than what you could comfortably take. “Good girl… Just a little more.” Your body was trembling from the pain and you started clawing at him, trying anything to get this to stop. But he was undeterred. When he finally bottomed out, he let out a low groan that was overshadowed by your cry of pain. 

“I know… I’m sorry. Fuck, you feel so good. Just like how she felt.” He whispered. “I think she’d be happy that it’s you.” He gave you a small smile, then slowly pulled out until only the tip was inside before forcing it back in. 

“Please!” You cried, the word coming out muffled from behind his hand. 

“God- your cunt is so good.” He groaned, picking up the pace, making you cry harder. 

“Stop! Please…” You whimpered brokenly. 

“I know, baby. I’m almost done, I promise.” He said breathily. You tried kicking your legs, thrashing under him, pushing him away, but he was too strong. “Just a little longer, you’re doing so good.” He removed his hand, but before you could scream, he was kissing you again. This time, he shoved his tongue passed your parted lips, licking into your mouth in a desperate, almost feral manner. That, along with the fact that you couldn’t focus on this kiss because of how hard you were crying, made it incredibly messy and sloppy and wet. 

He snapped his hips into you, chasing his orgasm as he kissed you like he’d never be able to kiss anyone ever again, making it feel like you could barely breathe. Mostly because of the kiss, but also because of how overwhelming the pain of the stretch was. He continued kissing you and his facial hair felt scratchy against face, only furthering your discomfort. 

“I’m close.” He whispered against your lips. At least it was almost over. “I haven’t filled up a cunt in over a year.” He practically growled, making you stiffen again. 

“N-no… Emmett, please don’t. Please pull out.” You begged desperately, trying to speak coherently through all of the crying. 

“I thought you said I deserve this? That I deserve to finally be happy after everything.” He frowned, making you falter. 

“I didn’t mean… this.” You choked out, not sure what else to say. 

“I know…” He said quietly, letting his eyes flutter shut. “I’ll try to pull out.” 

“Emmett, please. You have to,” He leaned down and cut you off with another kiss as his thrusts became even rougher. 

“You’re such a good girl…” He murmured against your lips, breathing heavily as he neared his release. “So good. I’m gonna make you mine. I’ll take care of you, just like I took care of her. But we’ll be safe this time...” You shook your head, unable to do anything else. “No monsters, no illness— It’s gonna be perfect. We’ll even have some boys, yeah?”

“No,” You sobbed, quickly feeling defeated. You couldn’t stop this no matter how hard you tried. “Please, Emmett… I just turned 18, I- I can’t…” He moaned quietly when you said that. 

“Shh. Yes you can. I’ll help you, baby, we’ll do it together.” You shook your head in disagreement as you continued to cry. “Fuck,” He choked out, eyes closing again. “Ready?” 

“No— no, Emmett… please. Please pull out!” You yelled, making him curse under his breath. With one final groan, he forced his cock all the way in, pushing up against your cervix uncomfortably. 

“Oh, good girl.” He moaned, lazily rutting into you as he rode out his high. “So fucking good. So tight… milking every fucking drop.” He said proudly, making you cry harder at the verbal reminder that he just came inside you. 

“Emmett…” You whimpered, feeling his cock twitch inside you. 

“Thank you.” He said through a breath. “Thank you so much.” He almost sounded like he was about to cry in relief and that made you falter. This man has been alone for weeks, just haunted by the memories of his family with no real outlet or source of comfort. So when someone finally offered him some… he jumped at the chance immediately. You probably would’ve done the same, had you lost your entire family. 

“And I meant what I said. I’m going to keep you safe this time, I promise.” He said quietly, reaching down to feel where his cock was bulging your stomach— where a baby would be growing soon enough. “All of you.” 

[kairiscorner]

happy birthday — miles 42 x reader (birthday special)

↳ summary: miles has been really busy a lot lately, training hard under his uncle to better his tactics at fighting and balancing school and chores on top of everything, he just kind of forgets today was even special. but luckily, you don't forget your boyfriend's birthday that easily. ↳ word count: 1,916

↳ a/n: i did not realize it was my son's birthday on the third, i'm so sorry it's late SJEBCBFIVBRFVBRBVVRBO BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY BOYYYY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE THIS <333

"got any idea what's up today, miles?" you asked miles with a big grin on your face as you caught miles in the halls before class began. he raised an eyebrow up at you as he glanced up at you after collecting all his books and everything else he needed for his first class of today before heading off. "um... no. is it movie night tonight? because sorry, i... i can't make it tonight, cielo." he muttered as he looked at you with eyes filled with hints of sadness and shame at not being able to hang out with you, despite really wanting to. his responsibilities as being the prowler, a student, and a son have got him really occupied lately. he can't really quit either of these full-time jobs he's got going on right now, and you couldn't blame him. you wished he went easier on himself, though, and took more breaks, took it a little easier on himself, maybe would blow off some steam from time to time and tell you at least how he feels so it doesn't bottle up inside him over time.

you held his hand and shook your head. "nah, silly, it's something more important!" you exclaimed with a grin. miles tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow as he looked at you with a look of confusion. "um... hmm, is it a study night? i know it's not our anniversary yet, it's not your birthday, uh..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head, frustrated with himself because nothing came up in his mind. he didn't think there was anything worth such importance today, though if he was being honest, he wasn't sure what date it was today; he just got by the month by remembering what tests were when, if tonight had prowler activities, or if tonight was going to be laundry night with his mom. he was honestly drawing a blank here, he needed you to give him more obvious clues to help him find out what exactly was so important about today.

you sighed as you let go of his hand and folded your arms in front of your chest. miles' eyes widened as he felt you let go of his hand, he reached out for your hand again as he stepped forward towards you. "cielo, wait! please, i... i'm sorry." he apologized first as he stepped back and took in a breath. "can you just, um, tell me what's up today? i'm sorry, i've just been so swamped recently, and i know that's not the best excuse, but i'm not--" he went on and on, but was interrupted by the first bell. "ay, gotta go, cielo, we can talk about this later!" miles said as he scrambled for his stuff and ran off.

you waited for miles outside of his classroom once your class ended, though he had to stay behind and ask the teachers a couple of questions and clarifications over his homework since he was having a lot of backlog due to his duties as the prowler. miles caught a glimpse of you outside, though before he could call out to you or walk over to you, the next bell rang, and you had to attend to your next class. miles couldn't focus properly, he was overthinking about whether or not he upset you, or if you were already disappointed with him forgetting what day it was today. he wasn't able to check his phone or ask for the date today since he was busy catching up with schoolwork. eventually, miles caught you at lunch, but... you were with ganke. you were huddled over with him at his table, the two of you smiling and chuckling at each other as you showed him stuff on your phone.

miles trusted ganke, and ganke expressed how he didn't have any interest in butting in between you two, but the mere sight of you with ganke–all smiles with him and laughing together, after he hadn't been able to spend much time with you recently due to his responsibilities and all–it hurt him deeply, thinking he failed you and were seeking comfort with ganke. miles walked away, hurt and sad, but angry towards himself for the most part. he ate lunch alone, just like he did before befriending ganke and meeting you, but he felt like he deserved it for pushing you aside, even if he didn't mean to and wanted nothing more than to be by your side.

as miles headed home after school, not seeing you in the halls or at the school yard as he scanned his surroundings for you, he felt super dejected and disappointed in himself. he wanted to stop thinking about his responsibilities for once and just put all his time, effort, and focus on you and only you–but he knew that would be a mere twinkle in his eye, a dream that will only remain as that, a dream. but as he entered the front door of his home, he was greeted to the voices of all the important people he had in his life, with yours ringing distinctly in his ears.

"happy birthday, miles!"

miles stiffened as he heard those two words with his name following the greeting not long after. he blinked for a few times and looked around–his mom and uncle aaron were there, so were ganke and... you. wait, could this be the super important thing you hinted about today? oh, man, did he feel like an idiot–he never thought of his own birthday as something of importance, but you... you kept thinking about him, all day. miles was speechless as you approached him, all smiles, and pecked his cheek. "happiest birthday to you, miles." you said as you pulled away and presented to him the gift you had for him. miles looked at you with a puzzled look. "cielo... for-for me?" he asked you as you chuckled and nodded. "for who else, dummy?" you asked him as miles slowly took the gift and stammered. "i... but, cielo, i don't deserve this. i've missed out on countless dates and meet-ups with you, i keep pushing you aside even though i don't wanna, i--" miles rambled on and on, beating himself up for feeling inadequate at making you happy due to his repeated absences.

before he could continue, you hugged him tightly. "and it's okay, babe. you're good. you try, and even if it doesn't work out, it's the thought that counts. i'm already happy you think of me all the time and want to spend time with me, even if you can't. i love you, miles." you tell him in a gentle voice as miles hugs you back, bringing you closer to him as he kisses your cheek. "i really love you, too, mi cielo..." he mutters as you pull away from him and lead him to the couch for him to open his gift from you.

you handed him a thick box, it was wrapped in purple wrapping paper with green accents, with a green and black ribbon to tie it up. you encouraged miles to open it as ganke filmed it, with his uncle aaron and his mom watching intently. miles was gentle in unwrapping the gift, he didn't rip it open, he wanted to feel the suspense of opening the gift you got him. soon, when he saw what was inside, he gasped loudly as his eyes went wide. he kept repeating 'wait, no...' in a breathless, excited way as he realized you bought him the sneakers he had been wanting for the longest time. he could never ask his mom to buy it for him, and he was saving up to buy them himself, but to get them from you... oh, he felt like he had ascended.

"mi cielo, no freaking way...!" he exclaimed in an overjoyed manner with slight chuckles in his voice as his smile widened as the fact you gifted him the very sneakers he had wanted for a long time sunk in and made him momentarily forget the sadness he was feeling just earlier. his uncle teased you as he wished you didn't gift him those sneakers, he'd have a new obsession for a little while and keep his eyes out for him. "that boy's gonna be wary about me, asking me if i touched them. he's gonna be real overprotective of those, especially since they came from you." his uncle aaron quipped as miles told him that wasn't true. just a little true.

miles kept thanking you and kissed you on the cheek, and as ganke was filming, he encouraged you two to share a kiss. "c'mon, you dorks! for the camera! kiss! kiss! kiss!" he chanted, with uncle aaron chanting along with him. his mother chided the two, saying you two weren't going to be doing anything of the sort in front of them, but you decided you didn't care anymore and pulled miles in for a gentle kiss. miles' eyes widened even more as you kissed him, and though his mother cried out in surprise, with his uncle clapping and chuckling as ganke cheered for you two, he found himself not wanting to pull away and kissed you back.

miles pulled away and gazed at you, a smirk growing on his face as he kissed your cheek. "oh, how did i get so lucky? how could i have you, mi cielo? you know, i'll stop being too serious, you're the only lucky break i have from all the chaos in my life. i promise you, though, i'll make up for all the time that should've been just ours together. i swear, i'll make this place safer for you, i promise." he said as he interlocked his hand with yours, clutching the shoe box in his other hand. he kissed your lips and pulled away, causing you to giggle and get flustered. "i'll hold you to that, miles. but please... don't hesitate to come to me, talk to me, or do anything with me. i love you, babe, i don't mind if you miss a few dates or meet-ups, just be safe out there..." you whispered to him with a smile.

his mother retreated to grab a glass of wine as his uncle called out to her to save him a glass, with ganke chuckling as he saved the footage and teased you two lovebirds. "this... has got to be the best birthday ever." miles gushed as he ran a hand through your hair. you chuckled as you fidgeted with the end of his left braid in your hand. "even with your uncle and mom watching us kiss, with ganke filming all of it, probably never gonna let us live it down...?" you asked as you leaned closer to kiss him again and pulling away. miles smiled sweetly at you as he answered, "really." he kissed you again, with you reciprocating his kiss. that truly was going to be a birthday he'll remember, and he's gonna make sure he keeps his promises to you and work hard to earn your love and pay you back for the gift you gave him. though if you were to ask him, the only gift he really wanted was just to... hold you close, hear your voice, and just be with you on his birthday and for all the birthdays there were to come in the future with you, his sweetheart.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv

[noraunor]

His loss and ruin.

Angel x sibling reader

๑ | synopsis: after a few years in hell, angel met a certain demon that he thought he could actually trust. Angel did actually fell for him, sadly, kindness nor love was a thing in hell, so he became more ruined and broken. Until a certain gambling demon came for his rescue.

๑ | tw : cursing, panick attack, abuse will be mentioned, blood, gore, death will be also be mentioned.

๑ | a/n : a part two from " my little sunshine " ig? HAHA I just watched HH ep 4 or 5 just right now and it just booster my motivation to write a second part of that one HEHE hope y'all liked it! ~

" My little sunshine "

Master list

After the chaos occured on Valentino's studio and his very first heated argument with husk, angel ran off to a strip club to blow off some steam, but Satan must be hating on him somehow to bring husk to his tail and be his 'little-shining-armor' and caused more chaos.

" husk, what the actual fuck you are doin' here? " angel groaned as he struggled against his hold.

" let go off me! " he tried to pulled his arms back but fails miserably when husk tightened his hold to him and proceeds to push him away from the club.

" no, I'm takin' you back to the hotel. " husks gruff voice grumbled behind him.

" gett- off! " he groaned as he kicked his legs back trying to push him away to his relief, husk finally let go of his arms. Angel dusted off non-existent dust off of himself as husker gave him a frustrated look.

" that fucker put somethin' on yer drink. " angel glared at him.

" you don't think I can't tell when someone spikes my drink?! " he snapped as he run his fingers to his hair " I do this all fuckin' time! " he continues as husk gave him a look of disbelief.

" you just let people drug you all the time? "

More anger and frustration bubbled to angels chest, the bottle is in the verge of exploding.

Angel snapped his body to husks direction as his hands were in front of him, indicating his distress and frustrations.

" you think I ask for it? ! " he snapped, catching husk off guard. " I don't ask any of this shit! "His hands flew above from his head as more of his bottled emotions pour out.

" I didn't ask to be this way. " he turned back to him as husk stared at him.

" I didn't ask for you Charlie to save me, " he pointed at Huskers chest as he stepped away.

" I didn't asked for you to save me. " he pointed more to his chest, there nose were barely touching.

" I can handle myself. " he huffed pointing at himself " really? Because I just see someone self-distructing. " husked snapped back pointing back at angel's chest which angel leaned away. Husker pauses before continuing.

" it's seems like-- " just turned away " I don't know.. " he shook his head. Husker turned back again to face angel as he shrugged awkwardly " it seems like you need a bartender to talk too. " angel laughed at he placed his hand to hide forehead.

" oh, so— " he flew his hands again to his side as he chuckled. " now you're going to act like you give shit about me? " he places one of his hand to his hip.

" you think after how you treated me—" he quirkee a brow a him, pointing at him " I'm going to open up to you? Please. " he huffed as he opens his arms again dramatically as he turned away ready to walk out of this, and this conversation before he breaks more.

" maybe I would treat you better if you you were real, " more anger filled angels nerves as unwanted memories flew back to his mind. From the start where he was alive. Where he was still with you.

Anthony came back home late again with more bruises on his neck, his body was swaying as he stumbled to his steps when his eyes landed on you.

You were seated in front of the door with your arms and legs crossed.

He wondered, why we're yous till awake.

" anth. "

Anthonh breath out before cracking up a wobbly smile as he leaves ok the door frame " heya sunshine. " he shot and finger guns at you, but your expression remains the same and clearly unfazed.

He gulped, " why- why are you still awake? It's in the middle of the night.. " he stumbled up on his step as he walked towards your direction.

" oh I don't know, maybe because I was waiting for my idiot, stupid of a brother to come home and actually eat with me in the nights and sleep together and cuddle like he promised? " you quirked a brow at him as you stand up from your seat.

He gulped once again, " oooh.. " he breathe to his teeth as he sighed and gave you an apologetic look. " I'm sorry sunshine.. For- not being able to eat dinner with you.. It's just- "

" work has been very tougher lately and you/i can't afford to leave early. " you rolled your eyes, perfectly synchronizing with him which he gave you a shock look before letting out a breathless laugh.

" well- wow. " he coughed out.

" anth.. " you sighed frustratedly as you walked towards him " I know you, we're literally siblings. I know you from head to toe and you're like an open book to me. "

You stared up at him with a frown, he looked completely nervous, making you sigh as he averted eye contact again.

" I know when soemthin's up or not, and I can tell that work has not been only tough, but rough for ya too. And don't think I can't see the bruises anth, I can literally see the dried blood on 'yer nose. " you squinted an eye at him which he flinched when you noticed this.

He sighed as he slumped before chuckling.

" I just can't hide anythin' from ya, aight sunshine? "He cocked his head to the side.

" bitch, I've been with your for years, what did ya expect? " you chuckled when you felt a stinging pain on your forehead.

" hey! Language. " he pouted.

" Italian and english? " you sarcastically replied.

" Gesù Cristo, sei una minaccia, " he chuckled as he shook his head ruffling your hair.

" hey! Watch it! I just groomed that! " you groaned. But giggling afterwards, he too started to chuckle as the both of you shared a heart laugh.

Once the both of you calmed down, a soft from were on your face again as you sighed.

" I just don't want'cha to hide things from me anth.. You've been there for me ,and I wanna be there for ya too, so please just cut the act ok? " you dropped your head softly to his chest as you lazily hang your arms around his waist.

" I don't want to see you silently suffer so please, " you tilted your head to meet his troubled face.

" don't be afraid to lend me 'yer troubles ok? "

Angel stared at you for a moment before sighing as he hugged you with his other hand on your head.

" what can I do? I can't say no ta that eyes sugar. " he softly laughed as you smiled brightly at him.

" good, now let's eat! "

Angel felt tears swelled up upon his eyes at the memory as his heart pounded, he the lump of his throat thickens as he listened more to husk.

" and not some bullshit version of yourself, ways pushin' my boundaries. " husks scoffed as he watched angel walked away from him. This grew more frustration for husk.

" lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are! " he snapped as he swung his hand to his side. " how famous, how hot. "

" so you might as well just cut the act. " angel stopped from his tracks. With that single sentence, he finally snapped.

" anth.. We talked a bout this, I told you to not be afraid of lending me your troubles. If I were to loose my life just ta have you to open up then sure I'd fuckin' bet my life on that. " you sighed dramatically as angel shot you a look for swearing but you ignored it " like I've said, I've been with you for years, I can literally see through that mask that you're in trouble. So please just drop the act, ok? "

Your voice rang onto his mind as his mind finally went blank, emotions finally exploding.

" IT'S NOT AN ACT! " he snapped turning around to face husk again, tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. Husk was once again, shocked as he finally see his walls breaking down.

" it's who I need to be.. " he hugged himself as he averted his eyes.

" and this— " his hand flew above his head " this is my escape " escape from everything,escape from val, escape from the memory,the memory of you dying into his arms. He smiled but it was strained and tensed.

" where I can forget about it all! " he turned again stumbling as he leaned into the clubs wall for support. An image of you dead in his arms flashed into his mind again.

" h-how much I hate-! " himself, he hated himself for for not being able to save you from that night. " everything! " he continued.

" a place where I can get high, and not have to think how much it hurts. " he clutched his chest. He wondered, what would you think if you saw him now, would you still care for him? Love him? Would you still see him as an older brother?

" and maybe.. " he pushes himself off of the wall as he places his hands on the side of his head as he looked down on his foot. " I can ruin myself enough in the process, " his hands slowly went limp to his side.

" if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite you any more and.. I wont have to remember that fuckin' night where she died right into my arms. " his voice shook as he shook his head trying to shove away the memory of you slowly going limp into his arms.

Angel sat on the side walk, hugging his legs into his chest.

" and maybe he'll let me go.. And maybe.. And just maybe.. I might get actually redeemed and see her again. "

Husk looked down at the spider demon sadly, he wondered who's she he was talking about. But he figured that it must be someone from the day he was life, deciding not to push it, husk sat down beside him.

Husk sighed heavily as he started, " I was an overload once you know." Husk started. Angel turned his head to look at him to see if he was lying.

Husk met his eyes before smiling awkwardly.

" yeah.. And uh.. " he trailed " it's was nice to have that power, but when your dealing with souls, while Also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And loosing a few more hands can be more than a little dangerous, so when you're down on you luck, you turn into anything to..keep you afloa even making deals yourself. So I know what is like to.. Regret the choices made and.. " he pauses for long before starting again. " knowin' ya can't take it back. " he finishes, a thickening silent envelopes them before angel broke it.

" I..." He trailed as he stared at the puddle infront of him " had a little sister. " husk perked up at the mention of this before turning to look at angel,

' so that was the "she" he was talking about. ' husk thought. He remains silent and listened further.

" she was my everything, my source of light, my little sunshine. " angel smiled sadly, husks eyes widened a little to see him talking so sweety about someone, but it was a relative anyways so of course he'd talk sweetly about it. But it was new to see angel dust being like that.

" our parents were never good, so we eventually ran away from home once I turned 18,she was 16 back then. " he pauses before continuing " her name is Y/N, Y/N is.. Someone ya should not mess with, the girl was like a tiger on loose when mad. " he chuckled dryly " but overall that chaotic personality, she was the sweetest sugar you'd eva' picked, a delicate little flower. " he sighed as he stared into the distance.

" back then, I was very secretive, hidin' my outside doins from her, comin' home late and neva' eaten dinners with her, no cuddles night and such... " he sighed before continuing " she confronted me once about that, but.. I choose to hide things from her again, till one night. I caught myself in a bad deal and stole bunch'a drugs and money.. And that stupidity of mine caused her life. " he tests finally pour into his eyes as he let out a little sob.

" I watched-... Husk i watched her.. Died right in my eyes! " he panted as he turned to the feline who had his eyes wide at the information he was getting. " and.. Right into my arms. " angel hugged himself tighter.

" so that's why.. I did everything.. Everything to ruin myself more.. Just to get that wipe off of my mind, to forget- her hands slowly let go of my hand.. Her eyes running out of life.. That- little sad smile she held even dying. " he cried, shoulders were shaking as he sobbed, husk sighed as he placed a hand ok angels shoulder and pats it.

" everyday.. Everytime, I regretted not coming home early, I regretted not spending enough time with her, I regretted for not listenin' to her.. If I could turn back the time.. If I had a second chance to be with her.. I'll.. I'll be a better brother this time. " he sobbed.

Husk was silent, trying to look a better words to ease up the spider demon, he let out a heavy sigh before smiling lightly.

" well , I never known the gal but.. I'm sure she forgives ya. " he started as he watched angel tears up.

" you did fucked up big time but.. " he pauses as he stand up and walked in front of angel.

" I'm sure the gal still see's you the bestest brother she eva' had. You did took care of her once the both of ya left yer parents house, so the little gal must be waitin for ya up there. " husk smiled at him before holding out his hand, angel smiles before wiping off his tears and accepted his hands pulling himself up.

"... Thanks.. For.. Listening. " angel awkwardly rubbed his arms as husk shrugs.

" told ya you could need a bartender to talk. " the both of them chuckled when the clubs door busted open and saw them.

" THERE THEY ARE, FUCKING GET THEM! "

I'm the heavens, on your room, your hands fiddled with the necklace on your neck as you stared off into the distance.

Suddenly your nose itch making you sneeze, you rubbed your nose as you sniffle groaning a bit.

" to who ever the fuck talkin about me, I hope you bit your tongue. " you groaned.

After the little massacre happened, angel and husker were covered in blood as the two happily walked their way back on the hotel when angel suddenly bit his tongue.

" OW- FUCK-"

[velvetures]

AU Continuation: Perimeter Security

a.n.: Thank you to everyone who left comments, and gave this love! I hope to write more! This is thanks to @3dumbass and their suggestions.

summary: living with the 141 has its perks, and built-in security is one of them. it’s just not always easy for them to determine who’s actually a threat.

AU: The 141 are at risk due to personal files being compromised. They’re laying low at a low-risk location until further notice.

tags?: Simon x 3rd person coded relationship, strangers, tension, well-meaning anger, protectiveness, misunderstanding.

Snow made everything on the ridge lines slow down. Thick, icy, blankets camouflaged roads and halted the daily movement of simple life. The mail didn’t run, and neither did the school busses in town. It was as if the whole mountain slept in for weeks at a time when this kind of weather trudged in over the skyline. Freezing water pipes -if you didn’t know to turn the tap on a little- and draining the battery in your vehicle leaving you stranded for days at a time. It’s what made a wood-burning stove a lifesaver and why the ornate Art Garland sitting in the living room more of a necessity than a gilded cast-iron luxury from 1898.

But getting firewood was a whole different experience… especially when the task force took up residence and experience their first winter with Price and Laswell’s goddaughter.

She did well to provide for herself. Not just well, really, better than that. Everything she could manage alone was done without any assistance, and she never complained about much. They all assumed it came from living in such a remote place. That she couldn’t rely on anyone and never got spoiled to living easily. What she couldn’t -or simply didn’t- want to manage, the locals down in town helped with by beaters, trades, or well-kept favors that just kept being passed back and forth.

Just another one of those slowed-down things that made a whole lot of sense in her life, but set the 141’s teeth on edge.

They could rely on each other and do just fine most of the time. But individually and as a squad, it made all of them feel inadequate beyond comprehension asking for or requiring help. And like with her was just one of the stinging wounds they couldn’t quite heal up. Seeing her trade strawberries for corn or a rough-sewn quilt for a hand-made kitchen knife was dignified enough… they just didn’t understand fully how deep the lifestyle ran.

Ghost’s encounter with “Bear” put that much more tension on the dynamic.

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She’d been inside bent over a pot of soup for nearly the whole morning. Steam curling over her reddened cheeks and sucking up through the range hood when the faint sound of a truck came spinning up the steep snow-covered driveway. A flatbed with a steel-cage welded to the bed and stacks of wood covered with a blue tarp in the back with fraying bungee cords. A familiar sight for her since the man driving always brought her firewood when the weather got too cold to go and do it herself. Or when she’d been regrettably lazy… and didn’t feel like it either.

Barrett “Bear” Stephens. A real outdoorsman and not more than a couple years older than her. Most people around town thought he was a real prick since he didn’t talk much and kept to himself out on West Run Ridge. But she liked him well enough. Trusted him to let him in her house for dinner as thanks for keeping her house warm and always waved when she saw him in the grocery store despite the guarantee he wouldn’t aside her back. Hearing his truck ambling up through driveway wasn’t anything new.

It’s why she forgot to mention it to anyone else.

“Damn freezing out here,” He spit with gritted teeth, sliding out of the truck in four layers of coats. “You’re real lucky the biscuits you make are worth this shit.”

She couldn’t help but stifle a smile. Shifting back and forth to stave off the cold while wearing less than half of what Bear was. Only having come out to greet him since it was below freezing. Normally she’d leave him to drop off her bundles of kindling without the harassment of making him talk. But the snow was deep, and she felt guilty not at least helping him for a moment. Maybe it was good luck that she had though. Because Bear didn’t even make it to the back of the flatbed when a solid black figure smoothly appeared from the opposite side. Black steel glinting in evening light and the black hole of a rifled pistol aimed right at him.

She stopped dead in her tracks. The mistake washing over her seeing Ghost standing there in the scary-as-hell mask, with a white skull framed by a black hoodie and positive white snow all around him. Fuck, even the steam from his breath smoked out of the mask like he was fucking burning from the inside out and letting off pressure before he exploded. His eyes were dead and cold. Staring down the mountain man who’d came to just as still of a position. She was certain Ghost was the only one breathing.

“You’re not welcome,” his thick burred voice sounded more gritty than normal. Maybe from the cold weather… she’d not seen him inside her house in days. “Suggest you leave.”

Bear didn’t say a word, but his rapid nod of his head was enough to thaw her out. Stop this before it got any uglier than Ghost’s .45 making a damn-good threat.

“Wait! He’s… he’s here on purpose!” The excuse can’t great. There could be plenty of reasons he came with intent and then not be positive. “I needed him!”

The stiffness in Ghost miraculously gets worse. Frost in his wide shoulders turning to blue ice and that darkness in his eyes sharpening like flint from sloped hills behind the house. It made him more pissed, and she didn’t have the slightest idea of how to fix it.

He was cagey at the best of times. Like he’d bristle if he had fur on his back or bare fangs if he had the choice to. She hated making any of that anger show, but there wasn’t a better option right now. Besides… it was her damn house. She could have whoever she pleased so long as she thought they were safe. John had made it clear there wouldn’t be any restrictions unless something serious came up. And having visitors weren’t one of them. Especially since. Bear wasn’t coming in the house.

She’d been quite set in that decision anyways. Bear wasn’t the nosey type anyways. He didn’t talk much, did his job, and left. But that didn’t mean Ghost knew it. And his pistol didn’t even waver a centimeter even after she spoke.

“This… this yours?” Bear’s voice sounded shaky. His teeth unclenched and irritation with the cold wind dissolved. His question made her antsy. There were too many answers, and none of them felt right in her head.

“Long story,” she decided, taking a rounded pathway around Bear and towards Ghost. Purposefully staying far away from that damn pistol he felt still necessary to have out.

“He can be-”

“Lethal.”

Ghost’s interjection made her wince.

“Enough of that!” She snaps back, hissing and feeling the hot air freeze in front of her lips. “Let him drop off the firewood, and he’ll leave.”

One look back at Bear and she could see the slight confusion in his otherwise guarded expression. There was no chance in hell she was letting Ghost just disappear off somewhere after this. He couldn’t just point-blank threaten people. Bear was who kept the damn house warm half the winter whether she liked it or not. And Ghost couldn’t fuck it up just because he’d not been explicitly told anything.

“How ‘bout we lend a hand?”

Soap and Gaz walking up nearly gave her a heart attack. One of them was bad enough. Two more? Her faith in Bear not running and telling anyone who would listen about her was stretching thin. The grocery store, all three churches, and the fire department would think she was in a reverse harem by the end of the month. Even if Soap was already helping himself to the stacks of bundled wood in the back, this interaction felt centuries long with no hope of ending.

“Just three.” She finally gets the warning out, seeing Gaz going for a fourth bundle. He just nods, setting it back down and shooting a quite civil nod in the man’s direction.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” He adds, looking over the tall stacks. “How much?”

“Ten dollars a bundle.” Bear sounds half ready to pass out.

Gaz promptly drops the one he’s carrying and pulls out a wallet like he’s got no problem with Ghost still standing there like a human-centry gun. Pulling out a twenty and holding it out in his hand.

Is this some sort of fucking peace treaty?

Ghost only moves to holster his weapon after Bear takes the money and mutters something about ‘help yourself’ before shutting himself back inside the can of the truck without another word. Tension easing with each moment Soap spends stacking his arms tall with dry, red cedar and sycamore. She doesn’t even know where to begin. Wondering where John was. Wanting to know where Ghost had been. Why he’d even approached in the first place.

“I need a word with you.”

She can’t bring herself to do anything but stare out at Bear’s truck hightailing it off her property as she addresses Ghost. Hearing his very heavy boots creaking on the porch. He doesn’t say a word, but it’s clear once Gaz and Soap leave for inside that he’s not standing behind her for his own enjoyment.

“Do you have any idea what you might’ve just screwed up?” Her voice doesn’t sound like her own. It’s mad, sure. But almost panicked in a sense. The reality of the situation hitting her harder because she vividly remembered winter before the help. And it wasn’t pretty. Recent snows had been stable and quite pleasant actually. And Ghost nearly made target practice out of her own sure solution.

“Very aware,” that damn voice sounded too smooth. “Who is he?”

Another thick billow of fog curls out of her mouth. “Who he is, isn’t important. Keeping my fucking house from freezing is.” She can feel her fingers starting to prick from the cold even inside her coat.

“Don’t care for nameless men.” He counters just as seemingly unbothered.

If she could physically force herself to turn around and face him head-on, she would. But his utter disregard made it intimidating. Too much to handle.

“Jesus Christ….” She muttered, head dropping to thump against a porch post. “Barrett Stephens. We call him Bear.” It felt defeating to be forced to answer him like this.

Ghost’s boots strain the porch as he walks towards the firewood hoops. The sound of dry bark ready to catch an ember cracking and scratching as he moves it.

“Almost killed himself…”

“Yeah,” She chuckles dryly, biting the inside of her cheek and spinning around with some real anger. “M’sure the coroner would love to know how he got ahold of the pistol you have tucked in your fuckin’ jeans.”

That massive man turned on himself just as quickly. Closing a multiple-yard distance in just a couple long strides. His breathing heavier and that thick smoke trailing from the stitch-seams in his mask.

“Gonna get yourself killed too…” He warns. Low, and just like the wolf she pictured him being. Bared teeth, dilated eyes and all.

“Stop growlin’ at me…” The words come out of her mouth before she even thinks about how wrong it is. “Actin’ like a damn dog.”

He’s fast. So fast.

Hauling her backwards against the porch banister and towering high above her head with a low, and heavy sort of breath fizzling out in his chest. It’s the most threatening he’s been so far. And she can’t tell just how far she can continue to stand her ground without things truly getting ugly. Even her fingers have stopped tingling from the cold with just how fast her blood is pumping. Force feeding oxygen to her brain. Desperate to find a way to run from an inescapable situation she’d created.

“Mind tellin’ me where you got this idea to talk back to me, creeker?”

“When you started throwin’ that gun around like you have the right.”

The fear didn’t keep her mouth shut. Digging an even deeper grave all because he kept using that stupid fucking nickname. Pushing buttons and making it that much harder to be understanding of why he was always so bitter. Nothing she’d done had made a difference so far. And the patience she’d saved specifically for him was waning.

Ghost just chuckled, his head rolling to the side and the gloved hands gripping her coat tightened.

“The right?” It was almost impossible to imagine anything other than a smirk under that mask.

“Oh… I certainly have the right to defend what’s mine.”

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[m-jelly]

Hey Jelly! I have a request, but feel free to ignore but I had an interesting idea since the anime and manga take place during the time of the vikings...

What if Levi and the rest of his squad run into Viking!reader who is the reincartnation of the Isu Odin, the norse god/cheif. They find her after they see her using a battle axe and bow to kill a titan. They kind of take her back to the walls with the promise of a bath and a hot meal.

I hope you don't mind me changing it a little, but I'll make her a reincarnation of Freyja instead to make her more in touch with nature and healing. I have a soft spot for her and I think she's a wonderful goddess! Also, I LOVE Norse mythology! So happy to make this.

*image taken on my ps5 during god of war Ragnarok game play*

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Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, reincarnation, Norse mythology, goddess powers, action, falling in love, fluff, angst, reader has tattoos, reader has long hair with braids and beads.

While out hunting Titans, Levi and his squad discover you fighting a titan head-on with an axe, shield and bow. Transfixed by your abilities to use vines, along with your clothing, Levi rushes to your aid. After providing help and being patient with you, he talks to you and offers you a hot bath and a feast.

Note - reader's markings, clothes and hair were very inspired by Freya in god of war Ragnarok because I have an unhealthy love for the game and the character.

Part 2

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Heavy hoovers slammed against the rain-soaked ground. Mud spattered and flicked up as the horse raced across the land with its rider trying to make themselves small to hide from the rain. Clothes were soaked with the cold rain causing the squad to become chilled and tired. One last checkup was needed before they could return home.

Levi raised his head and peeked from under his hood to see the rain was slowly stopping. At least they would get some rest from the damn rain, Levi thought for a moment. Images of how muddy his back was came to mind causing Levi to click his tongue. The cleaning of his clothes didn't bother him, it was the fact this squad were likely worse off being in the back and they wouldn't clean as well as him.

In the distance was a Titan stumbling about, as if it was being bothered by something or someone. The sight of vines wrapping around the Titan's legs disturbed and concerned Levi. He raised his hand to bring his squad to a halt allowing him to go alone. As he raced closer his heart skipped a beat.

Before Levi was a beautiful woman, with long hair tied back with braids and beads within it. The black makeup around the eyes looked like a warrior marking. The clothes gripping the body of the fighter were a mixture of leather and cloth. Seeing someone take on a Titan with different weapons concerned him. He wasn't sure what was being used, but he knew he had to help the beauty.

You muttered a spell under your breath as you ran towards the towering Titan. Vines lifted your body allowing you to move closer. You jumped from vine to vine until you moved behind the Titan and fired a few more arrows.

Levi moved closer and cried out to you. "The nape! Attack the nape!"

You appreciated the assistance and guidance, now you knew how to kill this being. With a twist of your body, you exchanged your bow for your axe. Using all your strength, you launched yourself at the nape as both of your hands gripped the handle of your beloved axe.

A battle cry bellowed out from you as your axe impacted with the nape. With momentum and power on your side, you ripped into the nape before dropping to the ground. The Titan behind you reached for you but steam started to pour from it. A loud thud echoed out as it slammed against the ground an faded away.

You approached your helper and began talking to him, but the look of utter confusion on his face indicated he didn't understand your language. You pondered a moment and converted to the language he shouted at you in. "Thank you for your help."

Levi admired you more now you were up close. Tattoos decorated the parts of your arms he could see, along with your fingers and hands. Everything about you was beautiful and it flustered him. "Ah, we need to get our of here. Where are your people?"

"I arrived alone." You placed your axe on your hip. "May I ride with you?"

"Yes." He went to assist you, but you easily climbed up and onto his horse. "Uh, hold on."

You grabbed Levi's waist and hummed at the feeling of his muscles. "You are a warrior?"

"A warrior? I guess I am like that, we call ourselves soldiers."

You hummed in thought. "Interesting. You are strong, I can tell."

"Thank you."

The ride was a quiet one as he took you back to the walls. Seeing such grand and large walls was interesting to you, you'd never seen anything like this before. Getting past the walls was fascinating. The uniform of the soldiers was so different compared to the normal people walking around.

As soon as you arrived at the scout base, Levi ushered you away from the nosy scouts and took you to a spare room in the building. He showed you around and how to use everything there. You took a long deep bath and felt so refreshed, but now you were desperate with some food.

After changing into your things, you went on the hunt for a good meal. You walked past scared scouts and went into the mess hall. You sniffed the air and smelt delicious food. All you could think about was some good salted meat and bread, but you weren't sure if these people had that.

Levi hurried after you. "Hey! You!"

You turned and said your name. "I desire food. May I have access to your kitchen?"

He nodded and led you in the back. "Here. You can make what you want. We don't have much meat."

You looked over the food. "Any fish?"

He frowned a bit. "Fish?"

You nodded. "You are on a island, surely you fish?"

"No."

You searched your side bag and pulled out some salted fish. "I brought some with me. I was lucky arrive on the beaches."

"Beaches? You were there?"

You nodded and started grabbing some bread. You put a meal together and filled a wooden mug with water. "A good meal. Thank you for bringing me to a safe place."

Levi grabbed some food and followed you. "Were you outside the walls for a while?"

You sat down and nodded. "I was. I am not sure how I got here, but I intend to leave. I will make a boat and sail homeward. It will take me a while to make a boat..." You hummed in thought. "It is manageable."

"You could always stay. I'll look after you."

You giggled. "You are sweet. I would like to stay around you for company. I like you. You're a strong warrior." You reached over and caressed his cheek. "Handsome too."

Levi's cheeks burned. "Th-thank you." He cleared his throat. "Your skin..."

You showed him your tattooed fingers, the tips looked like they were dipped in black and then your fingers were wrapped in runic patterns. "They are tattoos. Ink is put into my skin, each symbol is an important rune. They guide my fingers in battle, as do the ones on my arms."

He admired them. "They're beautiful. So very beautiful..." He gulped hard and looked away. "Y-You're strong. Y-you're um weapons are interesting."

"I use an axe, it is a common weapon of my people. My bow too."

"What about the plants?"

You pulled at your bread. "I...I control them...with...a power..." You glanced over to Levi. "I am the goddess Freyja reincarnated. In my first life, I was a goddess of many things, but I was overshadowed by another due to the god Odin being blinded by greed and obsession. All my successes were given to another's name. I and all other gods died because of Odin. The world ended and a new one started and I was reborn. I intend to never see Odin again."

Levi's eyes sparkled a little as he listened to you. "Incredible."

Your cheeks burned a little. "Thank you...are you not afraid? Surely you have gods here."

"We worship a fucking wall. You are your people sound more interesting."

You smiled at him. "I will tell you everything you wish to hear."

Levi spent hours talking with you, he ignored every person that came by. You were his sole focus and fascination. The two of you had a lot in common even though you were from different lands. As the days went by, you taught Levi your native language and he took to it well. So, he started writing to you and speaking to you so you could have private converstations.

The two of you never wanted to be apart and eventually, your simple talks became sweet. You also started to give each other lingering touches and then you held hands and slipped into a romantic union. You wanted Levi to be with you for a long-lasting life, and you knew just how to do that by making him a god. Your intention was to bring up the idea of eternity with him in the future so your love would be written in the stars.

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@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N was like pepe la pew she is very romantic, she always pounced on him and kissed him a bunch of times while giving him a bunch of mushy lovely knit names.

It stinks to be single😫😫😫😫

(Lmk Wukong) Heart eyes heart eyes for days. This man was just minding his own business until you got bombarded by a very affectionate and cute demon girl. He was being called things like my cute little peach. My sweet ray of sunshine, my adorable little monkey? Such a handsome monkey and how cute he is and With how hard and how much is blushing he feels he's gonna pass out. Oh no you're giving him kisses he's not going to survive this.

(Mk Reborn Wukong) His face is so red with fury and embarrassment. He can't do anything or be anywhere alone. Because now you're over here sticking to him like my gum got stuck at his fur. At first he thought you were looking for a fight. What with all the nicknames and the lovely w language? You were talking to him and that unfortunately isn't the case. You always tell him that your lover not a fighter. And that you simply want to grant him some much needed attention in love. You once said he was an adorable little monkey Which caused him to blush so hard steam came off his face. He will let you ramble on and on about how you'll be such a loving wife to him and that you will take care of him for as long as you guys love which is forever because of the and immortality. Eventually, over the years he learns to tolerate you when you're antics and text and don't tell anyone but he loves you too.

(NR Wukong) Oh man you picked a wrong one. Well in your case the right one but let me explain. This guy would break With Any kind of affection you give him A kiss? A hug a bunch of nicknames. You give them the fact that even though he would probably run away from you. You were just gonna hop, skip and jump towards him in such a teasing nothing manner. And by the end of all that, you're gonna find yourself Running Away from him. Because you may have over did it with the kisses and affection.

(HIB Wukong) The man he can deal with you and whatever to help. This is right now but he is forced to. First of all, he's blushing and angry. Because you said that he was such a handsome monkey and The most adorable demon you've ever seen. P has to think you're mocking him. Because when people see his face they usually stay to hell away. But no, the second you see him. You ran towards him pounced on him Adam attacked and smothered him with so much affection. He had to think this was a joke. What no you were softly calling him all these nicknames like peaches, my Sunspot, My wonderful warrior and the second you also called him your king. Blushy and teary but only you've got to see it.

(Netflix Wukong) Hell no he ain't gonna survive you and your love. I mean, he knows he's great and all. But he's never experienced anything like this before. There's a demon girl who was very passionate and loving towards him. And that excites and terrorizes him a little and not to mention. You would just come out and nowhere with that. Sometimes he has to go into hiding the second. He heard oh chestnut my heart is sizzling for you i'm coming. Boy had to bolt out there Because you were shouting that from across the village and hopping around just looking for him. But between you and me I think he likes the chase that you chase some down just so you can love on him. The dude could really use it

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[andvys]

New Years // E.M.

Warnings: angst, mostly fluff

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader 

Side note: this is part of the lwtua series but can be read as a standalone 

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Eddie hated parties more than anything and yet he found himself at one, not because he was here for the actual party but for the money that he would earn tonight after selling all the stash he had brought. It was New Year’s eve and the house was more crowded than on any other day, or at least that’s what it felt like.

While people kept coming up to him to buy weed, his eyes kept skipping past anyone that wasn’t you. He hasn’t seen you here yet but he had a feeling that you were lingering around somewhere, especially because Steve was here, who was now standing in the corner, talking to Nancy and Jonathan– something that seemed weird to Eddie considering Jonathan is the guy that kind of stole his girlfriend as he had found out later on.

Steve was smiling at something Jonathan had said to him.

If Eddie was in his place, he wouldn't be able to face the guy that stole his girl and put on a friendly face.

Jonathan’s eyes found Eddie’s and a smile appeared on his face, waving at the metalhead. He whispered something to his girlfriend before he left her side and walked towards Eddie.

“Hey man,” Jonathan said, stepping closer to him.

Eddie smiled and greeted him with a handshake “what are you doing here, is California that bad?” he asked, smirking.

He chuckled, shaking his head “just visiting my girlfriend.. but uh, didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I was just about to go, sold all my stash already,” Eddie mumbled.

“Ah, don’t wanna stay here any longer?” Jonathan asked, chuckling.

“Hell no,” Eddie grumbled, shaking his head causing his curls to bounce.

“Yeah, I’d rather be anywhere else right now than here but Nancy kind of dragged me here.”

Eddie nods, looking behind his shoulder to see Nancy talking to her ex boyfriend as though nothing ever happened between them. It was odd to see the sight of two people who once considered themselves lovers now being nothing but friends.

“And you’re hanging out with Harrington now?” he asked, almost with a judgmental tone on his voice. Eddie can’t stand Steve, not just because he’s an asshole but also because he gets to have something that he can’t.

Jonathan sighs as he looks back, glancing at Steve for a moment who he came to appreciate as a friend, well, kind of a friend. If it wasn’t for the things they had been through together, he wouldn’t have gotten along with him that well but Steve turned out to be a decent guy as Jonathan had realized.

“He came with y/n but she kind of ran off.”

He felt his heart fluttering at the mention of just your name. Raising his brows in surprise “she ran off?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t really like parties and she wasn’t feeling good,” he said, avoiding Eddie’s eyes, knowing that he had already said too much but a part of him hoped that Eddie would finally get his shit together and go find you and just spend time with you “she looked sad when she left..”

Concern lingers in his eyes “oh..” he mumbled as he looked down. He hates knowing that something had upset you “and Steve just let her leave on her own?” he asked angrily, worried for your safety.

“She drove here and she didn’t drink so don’t worry.” he said, eying the look on Eddie’s face “I doubt that she went home though..”

Eddie looks up again, a somewhat teasing look lingers on Jonathan’s face and he knows he wants him to ask about your whereabouts. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair “where is she?”

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You watched the steam rise, keeping your hands wrapped around the warm mug, the smell of hot cocoa lingered in the air and you sighed in content as you took a sip of the sweet beverage. Looking out the window, you watched some cars passing by, snowflakes falling softly on the ground, you used to love winter and snow but now it was nothing but a cruel reminder of what happened on that cold November night.

You tried to forget about it, at least for tonight but you couldn’t. You looked at your friends, Nancy, Jonathan and Steve. They were able to relax, even if just for a short moment, they were able to forget and enjoy themselves but you couldn’t, not when you still felt the darkness trying to get ahold of you, not when people looked at you as though something was wrong with you and not when you saw him. The person that held your heart in the palm of his hand and was unaware of it– even if he was aware. He wouldn’t care anyways.

Deep in thought, you didn’t hear the bell ringing or the voice of the waitress taking an order from an elderly man a few tables away from you. You didn’t hear your name being called either.

Only as you felt someone sitting down next to you, their shoulder bumping into yours, you finally snapped out of your thoughts. Tensing up, you scooted away and turned to look at the stranger that decided to invade your space.

Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes widened.

Your eyes locked with warm brown ones and your body immediately relaxed at the sight of him.

His eyes were soft, a small and uncertain smile lingered on his lips.

“Eddie?” you whispered, staring at him in confusion.

“Hi..”

The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes and his aftershave bring you a weird sense of comfort.

“What uh- what are you doing here?”

You don’t know whether his cheeks are red from the cold or if he’s blushing.

“J-Just uh.. wanted some..” he trails off, reaching for the menu on the table, he grabs it, squinting his eyes as he reads through it.

You suppress a giggle as you watch him, he turns redder by the second and his eyes keep flicking to yours. Clearing his throat, he places it back on the table and taps his finger against it “just wanted some coffee,” he said confidently.

“Coffee at almost 12 am on New Year’s eve?”

He furrowed his brows and looked down at your mug “what’s wrong with coffee? You’re having hot chocolate.”

“I just mean that most people would have alcohol tonight.”

He nods “yeah well, not me and not you either so… we can just hang out and drink non alcoholic beverages together right?” he asked with an awkward smile on his face.

Your heart flutters in your chest and your mind is filled with nothing but questions but you don’t speak them aloud, not wanting him to leave if you do ask.

“Yeah,” you breathe, tearing your eyes away from him, you look down at your cup “you should have some hot cocoa too though.. It's really good.”

“Can I try?”

You look at him in surprise, blushing under his gaze.

Nodding, you push the cup towards him and as he reaches for it, his fingertips brush against yours, making your skin feel tingly.

Eddie feels the same, his heart skips a beat and the blush on his face deepens further. He smiles, clasping his hand around the mug, he brings it up to his mouth. His lips touch the same spot that yours have before.

You watch him, hating the way you feel around him. Your chest is filled with warmth, heart fluttering like crazy, you feel safe and comfortable in his presence but sadness lingers inside of you because you know that once the night is over, he will go back to his old ways, the way he always does. You should walk away from him and leave him behind to protect your heart and your feelings but you don’t want to. You know this means nothing to him but it means everything to you and even if you can only have him for tonight, then it’s okay too because you would rather have him for a fleeting moment than not at all.

“Oh wow, that’s good.”

Eddie ordered himself a hot cocoa as well and a second one for you because he felt bad for drinking half of yours, you kept insisting that it’s fine but he ignored your protests. You could feel the eyes of the waitress on you, an older woman named Josephine, you were a regular at the diner, usually you would come here alone, seeing you with someone else here must have sparked her interest, especially when she saw how you looked at each other. 

Placing the drinks in front of you, she flashed you a smile as she looked between you and Eddie.

“You are such a cute couple,” she said with a smile on her face. “Young romance is something magical, don’t let go of each other.” she said before walking away.

Your cheeks felt hot and you looked at anything but his eyes, your heart was racing and you reached for the mug nervously. Eddie was blushing like crazy but he looked at you with a small smile on his face, loving how shy and nervous you looked.

“Uh– so uh..” you mumbled awkwardly “how are you?” you asked before taking a sip.

Eddie stared at you, some of the whipped cream got on your nose and he couldn’t help but chuckle, you turned to face him with a frown on your face “why are you laughing?”

You are so cute. His eyes flicker to your nose and to your lips before he inches closer “you just.. got a little something there,” he whispered as he wiped the whipped cream off before he slipped his finger in his mouth, licking it clean.

If you weren’t blushing already then you definitely would be now. Your stomach fluttered as you stared at him in surprise.

“You okay?” he asked, smugly.

“Y-Yeah, totally.”

He smirks to himself as he leans back and takes a few sips of his hot cocoa.

“Why aren’t you at the party anymore?” he asked after a while.

You shrugged, a sudden sadness flashing in your eyes “didn’t feel like it… what about you? Why are you here.. with me?”

“Because I want to be here.. with you.”

Jonathan told him that you were sad but Eddie only really noticed it now. You kept your gaze on your mug, blinking quickly as though you tried to keep your tears in. Eddie’s heart sank, the moment reminded him too much of the one where he jumped away from you when you almost kissed a long time ago. Your glassy eyes and the heartbroken look on your face, haunted him to this day.

“But why?” you asked quietly.

Because you are the only person I ever want to be with, Eddie thinks to himself.

“B-Because no one should start off a new year lonely and sad.”

And because I love you.

You turn to look at him and for the first time, you feel like there’s more behind his eyes than just dislike for you.

His beautiful dark eyes sparked with something you couldn’t read and as they looked with yours, you knew you would be okay, eventually.

He inched closer to you, a moment that was so similar to the one you shared two years ago, only this time, he didn’t jump away when he realized what he was about to do.

You swallowed nervously as you felt his hair tickling your cheek, his hand settled on your knee and he gave it a squeeze and then he kissed your cheek, lips lingering on your skin for a moment.

Your heart was racing and so was his, you felt content and happy in this moment right here. He leaned back a little but stayed close enough to feel your breath on his lips and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you.

“Maybe ‘86 will be our year,” he whispered softly.

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tagging some of my faves <3 @prettyboyeddiemunson @littledemondani @wroteclassicaly @corrodedcorpses @lnnlove @mysticmunson @translatemunson @hellkaisersangel @spookycreepycookie @i-me-mine

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

SO. ANOTHER. steal my girl by 1D.

this could probably be fem!reader

ranboo and reader have known eachother since they were about 15/16, and he's ALWAYS loved her. ALWAYS. once they finally start dating, maybe once they're both 17/18, ranboo starts steaming, chat says stuff along the lines of "y/n could do better" or "she deserves better than ranboo fr" or "i could get y/n EASY" so ranboo goes out of his way to say "no one can steal my girl, nor does she even WANT any of you." SOMETHIN ALONG THOSE LINES!!

literally SCREAMED at this bro , you have no idea

, my girl !!

☆ ranboo x fem!reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, fem reader, chat being a dick, protective ran (drives me crazy /pos), ran + y/n are both 19 in this fic, ran's pov entire fic ☽

☆ a/n: utterly obsessed with this ask !! lovely @heiijoy actually sent me a whole bunch of other amazing fic ideas in our messagesand i was screaming and giggling and kicking my feet the entire time !! yall dont know how excited am i abt being able to write this and have such amazing moots oml

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ranboo pov

I've always admired Y/n. I did then, and I still do.

Since I first saw her at the locker next to me in sophomore year, something just, clicked inside of me. At first, I originally saw her as a locker-hallway crush only, until classes got changed due to a teacher leaving. Suddenly, the hallway-locker crush turned into same-classes crush. For some odd reason, the teachers would also often pair us in the same partners and groups, and we would sit near or next to each other sometimes. I kind of just played it off as pure luck on my part.

I would see y/n in about 90% of my classes, but we were assigned permanent partners one day in English for the rest of the year. I got to talk way more to her in class, and we even hung out a few times. I eventually did get her number and we started to hang out more, but not just for study sessions. We eventually had a really strong friendship, but I still admired her.

Time skip, but one of my friends who was dating y/n's best friend told me that y/n actually liked me back, and she had for a while. At first I didn't believe him, until y/n texted me to meet up at the stargazing hill we always went to and told me she liked me.

After that, we started dating. I started my Twitch and YouTube around then, and started blowing up very quickly. Y/n was always there to support me and what I wanted to do, and I was eventually invited to the Dream SMP, which also quickly raised my following and reputation even more. When I got an invitation from Toby and Tommy to meet them in the UK, Y/n also came with me. She's always been at my side, streamer or not.

present day

"'Just Talking streams never end well'? Damn, you guys are mean!" I said, laughing and flipping off the camera.

I spinned my chair slightly to the left, focusing my eyes on the other monitor that showed StreamLabs and the chat. I scanned my eyes over the chat, and a few messages caught my eye.

user4531: hi everyone!

user78787877: y/n could do better tbh

ranboofan69: @user78787877 frrr she deserves more than ranboo

rainbow4eva: i love your shirt!

socoolfan: @ranboofan69 yeah i could get y/n SO EASY bro

I sighed loudly enough for the microphone to pick up. I looked back over to chat and saw moderators turn off chat to send a warning message and put it chat onto "emotes only" mode.

I laughed. "The fact some of you guys are so confident in stealing y/n from me is actually very funny." I stared into the webcam. "Y/n is my girl, nor does she even want any of you all."

Let's just say y/nboo and that clip was trending on Twitter for a little while.

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kinda a short but fic but i hope u guys liked !! thanks @heiijoy for the lovely req <3

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love u all mwah xoxoxox

[phantoms-lair]

Heist Gone Wrong

Another snip for @era-the-witchy-birdkid's Super!Conan AU

"You caught up fast, Tantei-kun," Kid complimented his current rival. "The longer legs from that growth spurt of your are serving you well." "I can be much faster." Tantei-kun smirked. "I just wanted to give you a fair chance." "Ah, but I still managed to get this." With a flick of his wrist the brilliant-cut jade, rumored to be cursed, appeared in his hands. Tantei-kun paled and dropped to his knees, which Kaito thought was a little dramatic (though he perhaps shouldn't be one to talk.) Then he started sweating and gasping for breath and Kaito wondered if he was really being dramatic or if it was something else.

When one of his favorite detectives collapsed on the floor looking like he was either having some kind of seizure or body-wide muscles spasms any thoughts of dramatics were gone.

Steam seemed to be rising from Tantei-kun's skin and he locked feverish eyes with kid, struggling to say something.

"Gem," he finally managed to gasp out. "Poison."

The gem was poison? That didn't sound right. Kaito glanced over to where it had fallen on to the museum floor. In the shadows it no longer seemed like it was glowing. It absolutely was. Was this a side effect of the supposed curse on it?

Kaito ran the stories about the curse through his mind. It was nothing like what was happening to Tantei-kun. Infertility, balding, stomach sickness to the point of vomiting up blood. And several things clicked together at once.

The glowing gem wasn't magic, wasn't cursed. It was radioactive.

Kaito's eyes scanned the display and there! Pewter drinking goblet from ye olden Europe, that contained lead. He grabbed the cup by the stem and slammed it over the gem.

The result was immediate. Tentei-kun's spasming stopped. He sat up, weakness apparent in his movements (and had his clothes gotten bigger on him? They had. Were those weird spasms Tantei-Kun shrinking?)

Then Tantei-kun's eyes glowed red and a twin beams of light shot form them, sealing the cup shut with the gem inside.

"I'm not taking the blame for that." It was maybe the least important thing about this while mess, but he felt the need to say it.

Tantei-kun looked at him with eyes that had just melted metal and those eyes contained nothing but fear. Right, he was probably never supposed to find out about this. "You're not a normal human, are you?"

The answer was obvious and Tantei-kun hid his head in his too-long sleeves.

"Well, you're far nicer about it than other's I've met."

That got his attention and the little detective's head shot up. "Others?"

"Well, one other. She was perhaps a tad bit homicidal towards me at first. Then she got a bit stalkery. I have to say I much prefer you. I assume that's was the cause of your reaction to the stone?"

"I guess." Tantei-kun shrugged. "It wasn't in any of the records I found, but it's possible they never came in contact with it."

"Would your parents know?"

Tantei-kun shook his head. "I'm adopted. They know what I am but no more than that. And my people were wiped out. I'm the last. So there's no one to ask."

The last of his kind. That was... okay, that was a lot that he wasn't prepared to deal with on what was supposed to be a light low-stakes heist. "Do you want me to call Mouri-san?" "No. Agasa-Hakase, please." Tantei-kun sounded exhausted and out of it.

Kaito gently took Tantei-kun's phone and called the old man with his voice. His task force was likely closer, in the wrong wing, mind. But given what he'd just learned about Tantei-kun any medical aid they could give was likely not what he'd need.

~

Several days later a thick lead box was sent to the police station with several stickers on the openings that said 'Do not open' and an envelope with Kid's logo and the words 'This Box is not a place of honor'

Inside the note read:

My Dear Task Force,

I have once again returned what I have taken, but this time extra precautions were needed. You see, there is truth about this jewel glowing and causing misfortune to those that held it. But it is no mystical work at place. The stone is, to put it bluntly, mildly radioactive. Testing has revealed it shouldn't cause problems with short term exposure, but is absolutely not safe to put on display. Or be handled as casually as it has been. I had to get tested for radiation poisoning and I suggest anyone who handled it in it's current and former locations be tested the same.

Don't worry, I'll check the next target I select with a Geiger counter so this doesn't happen again.

Best Wishes, Kid.

[withacapitalp]

Tell Him (Nothing) Everything Pt 2

Part One Link to ao3

Chapter Two- Second Mistakes

After their disastrous first meeting, Eddie found himself going to Steve’s bakery pretty much every single day. He would wake up, shower, put on at least semi-clean clothes, and walk down to Claudia’s just in time for the morning rush to be over. In fact, the only days he didn’t were Saturday and Sunday, because those were the days that Steve’s brother and his friends would hang around the cafe on and off all day. 

Needless to say, Wayne was ecstatic at this sudden one eighty. He had no idea what had happened to drag Eddie out of his depressive spiral, but he was happy about it all the same, and Eddie was happy that his uncle was happy. 

There was definitely enough happiness to go around. 

He and Steve entered into an easy kind of routine. For five or six hours straight Eddie would sit at the countertop on the far end of the bakery, writing lyrics and bars in his ratty old notebook while Steve ran his cafe and offered Eddie little nibbles to ‘taste test’. 

When things were busy Eddie liked to hop the counter to ring people up while Steve packed boxes of sweets and made drinks. And, when things were slow, Steve would turn the music up and dance around while he cleaned. Eddie was forced to put his pen down and watch the sinfully silly delight. There was no point in trying to pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring at Steve’s ass as he wiggled his hips and wiped down tables, singing along to ABBA and Bonnie Tyler in the goofiest voice Eddie had ever heard. 

Arguably, that might have been the best part of their new easy whatever this was, but Eddie knew there was something better. 

No, the best part was the talking.

Eddie hadn't realized how quiet he had gotten until he was back to jabbering all day long with someone who was easy to talk to. Steve just had this way of getting Eddie to open up, and for the first time since Chrissy, he felt like he had found someone to chat with that didn’t completely exhaust him. 

It was mostly because they never talked about anything too heavy. They definitely got to the personal- Steve’s brother, Dustin, was a frequent topic of conversation as Steve fretted about raising him ‘properly’- but they never got to the painful. Eddie didn’t ask why Steve was raising his thirteen year old brother at only twenty three, and Steve never wondered why Eddie was in town when he clearly didn’t belong in a place like Hawkins. 

It was fun. It was easy. 

It made Eddie feel completely guilty.

He wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to have good things anymore. He had been given the best person in the world, and he had destroyed her, so the universe had decided to give him another wonderful person? 

Didn’t it know Eddie was a ruiner? 

Well, if the universe hadn’t figured that out yet, then Eddie had resolved to not feel all that guilty about being selfish and keeping Steve when he knew he shouldn’t. He would hoard this happiness until the world righted itself and remembered that he didn’t deserve it. 

But for now, it was ten o’clock, and the cafe smelled like berries. 

“Helllloooooooooo, hungry customer waiting!” Eddie called out, obnoxiously ringing the bell over and over, needing to drown out both his thoughts and the disgustingly cheerful bubblegum pop playing over the speakers. 

“Get out!” Steve singsonged back, his voice growing louder as he came closer. 

“You’d miss me too much, Angeleyes,” Eddie replied, walking to his usual spot and hopping up onto the bar stool, not bothering to wait to see Steve come out from the back. Angeleyes was just one of the many nicknames Eddie had come up with for Steve’s…interesting music choices. 

“Don’t make fun of ABBA, or I won’t let you sample my new recipe,” Steve pouted as he walked over holding a still steaming tray of delectable goodies. His apron was a soft sea green today, the paw prints an icy blue that matched the polo he was wearing. 

Eddie couldn’t stand how cute Steve was, he really couldn’t. 

“What’s this one?” Eddie asked, reaching over. 

“Watch!” Steve immediately said, pulling the tray back so Eddie couldn’t burn his fingers, “Blackberry lemon crumble bars,” 

Steve put the tray down and carefully placed one on a plate, making Eddie’s coffee the way he liked while they waited for the bars to cool down a little. 

“I went out with Dustin and the kids this weekend and we picked a ton of them,” Steve said, passing over the plate and the cup. Eddie broke the treat in half, delighting in the shower of crumbs that fell on the china plate shaped like a cat.

The second the flavor hit his tongue he let out an absolutely sinful moan. At the start Eddie had tried to play it up, enjoying the way his noises would make Steve turn bright red, but he quickly realized he didn’t have to exaggerate anything. Steve’s food was just that good. 

“Sunshine, I’m gonna propose marriage,” Eddie said, his mouth still full, “Be ready for a big fat ring. I’ll wife you up, and then you can just travel the world with me and bake.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Steve automatically said, laughing softly and ignoring Eddie’s flirting the way he always did. He leaned over the counter, grabbing the other half of the bar and eating it much more delicately, somehow avoiding making a complete mess, “You should’ve come with us. It was a nice hike,” 

“Yeah, you lost me at the word ‘hike’. I don’t do hikes,” Eddie joked, conveniently avoiding the real reason he would never spend any time with Steve outside of this cafe, the reason he never came on weekends. 

Because not only was the idea of meeting Steve’s little brother was kind of intimidating (A child prodigy with a dungeons and dragons obsession? Yeah that kid was way too cool for his own good), but Eddie also knew that if Dustin didn’t like him, Steve would probably never talk to him again. 

Or worse, Dustin might recognize him. Then Steve really would never talk to Eddie again.

“Alrighty no hiking. Then what do you do all day? Besides coming here to bother me,” Steve teased, opening the display case and beginning to place the rest of the bars in a neat uniform row. 

“Nothing,” Eddie replied, grabbing his notebook and getting ready for their usual routine to start. He had a pretty good idea for some lyrics about berry kissed lips and tart lemons dripping sour into open wounds. 

“Sounds pretty boring,” Steve said idly. 

“Relaxing,” Eddie countered, looking up from his book, “You forget- I’m on vacation,” 

Well, bereavement. If running away from your entire life to hide at your uncle’s house in Podunk, Indiana could count as bereavement. 

“Ah yes, vacation from this mysterious job of yours that I’m not allowed to know anything about,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. There was no heat in his voice, no edge to his tone, but Eddie’s stomach was starting to drop anyway. 

They knew all kinds of things about each other. Eddie knew all about Steve’s time as a high school jackass, and Steve had heard the calamities of Eddie’s own teenage years, but then there were gaps. Huge gaps. Big glaring gaps. Mostly on Eddie’s side. 

He couldn’t share most of the things that had happened in his last ten years without revealing his secret. Still, the longer he held onto pretending he was normal, the worse the fallout was going to be when he had to admit he wasn’t. 

“You can ask,” Eddie eventually said with a fake casual shrug, “Just no guarantees I’m gonna answer,” 

But he would. He had decided that if Steve pressed, if he really wanted to know, he would spill it all. The ball was unknowingly in Steve’s court, and that took the pressure off. Steve was the one who decided when this all ended and reality snuck back into their little corner of the world. 

“Nah, you’ll tell me whatever it is when you’re ready,”  Steve replied easily, once again keeping them both in suspense. The bell on the door jangled behind Eddie, signaling that customers had just entered. Steve greeted them with a big smile, and then he was walking away from Eddie who unabashedly stared at Steve’s back.  

Sunkissed Small Town Atlas, what I wouldn’t give to be on my knees holding your world?

God, Eddie was going to Hell. Those lyrics were even too dirty for Corroded Coffin. 

He wrote them down anyway. 

“By the way, Dustin burned me some new CDs of stuff he likes,” Steve said later that day when it was just the two of them again. He was elbow deep into the espresso machine, trying to fix something that was broken with the milk frother, and Eddie was about two seconds away from jumping into help him, “I told him that you’re into metal and rock too, and he said that these would be more your speed,”

“Burned CDs,” Eddie said with a soft laugh, coming around the counter and picking up the plastic cases Steve had nodded towards, beginning to rifle through them. They were covered in sharpie doodles and careful writing of every song. 

The kid had taste. Most of this was the stuff Eddie grew up on. 

“Hey, not all of us can afford music streaming,” Steve shot back, popping his head out of the machine for a second to stick his tongue out at Eddie before burying his face back into the mechanics. 

It was good that he did, because if Steve hadn’t, he would’ve seen the way Eddie’s jaw was dropping as he looked at the hand drawn devil mask on one of the CDs. An extremely familiar devil mask.  

“Corroded Coffin?” Eddie whispered faintly, all of his extremities starting to go numb. 

Was this Steve’s subtle way of telling Eddie he was caught? Was he trying to pull a joke or something? 

“Oh yeah, you’ll see a lot of them. He’s totally obsessed with that band,” Steve replied, cursing loudly as the machine began to spit water at him. Eddie abandoned the CDs and hurried over, helping Steve to do battle against his machine 

“Dustin really likes them?” Eddie said out of breath, panting as they both tried to come down from the high of fighting against the coffee demon. 

“Obsessed,” Steve gushed, grabbing the case with the Corroded Coffin CD and waving it around as he walked over to the player hooked up to the speakers, “He has all their music, a bunch of their records on vinyl, posters and everything. I even saved up to get him and his friends tickets to go see them live,”

Steve’s tone dropped at the last sentence. His brow furrowed, and his face pulled into an uncharacteristic frown as he slipped the CD in. The sound of Eddie’s own voice began to fill his ears. This was one from the before time, back in their MySpace/Youtube era before they recorded their first album. 

The kid really was a fan. 

It’s raining down. 

All around. 

Hellfire. 

God, sometimes it was hard to not cringe at his old lyrics. Sixteen year old Eddie really thought he was a genius. And his voice was still too high, it hadn’t fully dropped back then. Eddie decided to distract himself from the way the song made him want to curl up in a ball and die, focusing on Steve and the way he still seemed upset. 

“You sound disappointed. Not happy that your baby brother is a metalhead?” Eddie asked, keeping his tone light and hoping that would give Steve an out if he didn’t want to talk about what was bugging him. 

“Oh no, as long as he’s safe and happy I don’t care,” Steve said dismissively, waving a hand around his head, “I guess I just- you know the tickets I got him? The ones to see this band? They’re totally useless, because they canceled their whole tour.”

“The entire tour?” Eddie blurted out, rearing back with a jolt. 

He knew that they had to cancel at least the first few dates because he had disappeared, but the entire eight month tour?! They weren’t even supposed to start touring until next week, and Indianapolis was still three months away. 

The other guys were that sure Eddie wasn’t coming back…

To be fair to them, Eddie was also not so sure he was going back. But that had to be a shit ton of money, and without a lead singer or a manager-

Eddie had royally screwed his bandmates. His brothers. He had been so focused on what he needed, he forgot they needed him too. He forgot that without Eddie Munson, there was no Corroded Coffin. 

Chrissy would’ve killed him for that. 

If he hadn’t killed her first. 

Eddie couldn’t help the soft noise that escaped from his throat, and he walked on wooden legs back to his usual corner, tucking himself into the seat and trying to curl up and be as small as possible. Not only was the guilt back, but it had grown devil horns and demon wings, exponentially worse now that Eddie could no longer ignore how many people he was screwing over. 

“There’s a really big mystery about it. Apparently something happened to their manager and she died?” Steve continued to babble, completely unaware of the burning fire poker he was jabbing into Eddie’s chest, “The lead singer, Freddy something, was close with her, and after that he just kind of vanished. It was a big media circus,” 

Freddy. It wasn’t funny, because nothing about the situation was funny, but Eddie laughed anyway. He laughed, because if he didn’t, he was going to start crying. The laughter bubbled out and spilled across the countertop, sounding nothing like Eddie knew himself to sound like.  

“Eds?” 

Steve’s warm hand cupped his face, and when Eddie looked up a watery blurry version of Steve was looking back at him, and when he blinked to clear his vision, he became aware of the tear tracks already cutting through his face. 

Oh. Apparently he could do both. Eddie had never laughed and cried at the same time, but here he was. 

“What happened?” Steve asked, letting his thumb softly brush against Eddie’s cheek, wiping away the tears in a move that was so intimate it sent shivers shooting down his spine. 

The last person who had done something like this for him was Chrissy, and that comparison was just one shade too much for him. Eddie untangled himself from Steve and hopped down, going around the counter and grabbing the black apron with white paw prints that Steve left out for him, tying it around his waist and attacking the dishes in the sink with ferocity. 

Steve let him, sitting back against the counter and waiting. He had learned in the last few weeks that there were moments where Eddie just needed to do something physical to work out whatever was happening inside of him. The first time it had happened, Eddie had just paced for an hour straight, and he was sure Steve would kick him out when he was done, but the younger man had simply shrugged and offered for Eddie to do the dishes the next time instead.

‘Might as well get some free labor out of it’ had been Steve’s reasoning, and Eddie had wanted to kiss him right then and there. 

“Dustin’s pretty upset I bet,” Eddie finally croaked out after he finished rinsing out one of the cat themed mugs. It wasn’t just his bandmates he was letting down, but also all of the fans that had been loyal to them for years and years. 

Eddie was letting everyone down. 

“Well, he was at first, but he’s trying to be understanding about it. He said it was like if I lost Robin. I can’t even begin to imagine what that would feel like,” Steve said cautiously, as if he wasn’t sure that they should just drop the fact that Eddie had been crying only moments before. 

When Eddie didn’t say anything he crept closer, leaning into Eddie’s space to grab a towel and begin to dry the cups on the rack. 

“Are you o-” Steve began. 

“I’m glad Dustin isn’t too disappointed,” Eddie cut in, unable to hear those words. If he heard them again, then he would tell Steve the truth. 

He wasn’t okay. He didn’t know if he was ever going to be okay again. 

“I am too. I just wish I hadn’t spent so much money on those stupid tickets. That was Christmas and his birthday gift all in one,” Steve sighed. Eddie flinched at the sound, looking down at the soaped up canister in his hands instead of at the man he had personally screwed out of hundreds, possibly thousands, of dollars. 

“You didn’t get a refund?” Eddie asked, unable to believe that the other members of the band wouldn’t give everyone their money back. 

“Well some of it,” Steve said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “I got the price of regular admission tickets back, but I got a bunch of extra stuff too- good seats, backstage passes, the works. All of that was apparently nonrefundable.”

“How much was it?” 

Eddie didn’t want to know the answer, but he needed to know. He was apparently a masochist now. 

“Backstage passes for all six of them plus me to chaperone?” Steve asked rhetorically watching Eddie wince in sympathy, “Yeah, I was feeling that loss for a few months,”

Eddie didn’t have any more dishes, but he had lots of energy, so he grabbed a washcloth and began to wipe down the counters, avoiding Steve’s eyes which he could still feel locked onto his back. 

“Geez, you must really hate that lead singer, huh?” Eddie was attempting to go casual, but he was so far from it that it wasn’t even funny, “I mean the dude just disappears because one person died?” 

Any second now Steve was going to call him on his weirdness, and Eddie was going to have to blurt out the entire terrible story and try to beg for forgiveness. 

“No, not at all,” Steve replied without giving it any thought. 

“Really?” Eddie breathed, turning around to stare at Steve with wide eyes. Steve shrugged, going back to fiddling with his coffee machine. 

“I don’t really know what happened, but if I lost Robin? I wouldn't want to talk to anybody, let alone jump up onto a stage and try to perform, or act like nothing happened. I think everyone just feels bad. Apparently the fans are still leaving him lots of tweets and stuff. Dustin told me some hashtag was trending for him a couple weeks ago,” Steve said, grabbing his phone with the obvious intent to show Eddie. 

He was going to look up Corroded Coffin. Which would lead directly to tons of headlines with Eddie’s face plastered on them. 

Eddie was up and moving before he even knew it.  

“What are you doing?” Steve asked slowly as Eddie grabbed his wrist and pulled it down, making sure Steve couldn’t look at his phone. 

“I don’t wanna see it.” Eddie said in a rush. 

He didn’t want his secret exposed, but he also didn’t want the reminder of who he was. He wanted to keep being Steve’s Eddie. A stranger with funny little quips and a refined palate. He wanted to be able to keep being this person for a little while, whoever he was. He didn’t want to go back to being the Eddie that had lost his Robin.  

“Please,” Eddie said, lowering his voice to a whisper. Steve stood there blinking at him for a second, staring at Eddie like he couldn’t really make sense of him. 

“Alright,” Steve said, finally hesitantly agreeing. Eddie breathed out a long slow sigh of relief, leaning back against the counter and letting go of Steve’s wrist. 

“You’re a really nice person, Steve Harrington,” He said with a tired grin. 

“And you’re a very confusing person Eddie Eddie,” Steve shot back with an incredulous little laugh. He pushed off of his own counter and held a hand out, “But you are a good taste tester. Now come back here and help me make this next batch of crumble bars perfect. I think it might need a frosting,” 

Eddie went willingly, the sound of his own voice over the speakers filling his ears. 

[all-the-things-2020]

Late Night Talking - Chapter Four

Summary: Things are moving along. The G word is used. Emily spends the night at Dieter’s place.

Rating: PG-13 (implied sex but nothing graphic)

Tagging @rhoorl @gwendibleywrites @avastrasposts

Notes: The Cheech is a real art museum in Riverside.

Dieter and I had been seeing each other for about a month. We’d managed to go out at least once a week and talked on the phone almost every night. Things were still low key. We’d visited the Cheech (Dieter was really into art; his mother had been an artist and he dabbled in painting now and then), gone for a hike in the Santa Monica Mountains, had a picnic at the Citrus Park. Nothing fancy, nothing that would attract attention.

Tonight, we were hanging out at his place, snuggling on the couch and watching random shows on Netflix. I had to go back to work in a few weeks, and I hoped that once I wasn’t available on weekdays, we wouldn’t drift apart. His schedule was different all the time, and I knew he had a project coming up that would require him to be out of town for several weeks.

We hadn’t slept together yet. I was wary of taking that step when I wasn’t sure exactly how things were going to work out, and he hadn’t put any pressure on me, even though he’d made more than a few hints. For now, I was content to keep things as they were. We’d had a few heavy make out sessions, one in the back seat of his car that had led to an embarrassing incident with a police officer who seemed surprised to find two middle-aged people steaming up a car’s windows.

I wasn’t even sure what we were watching anymore, since I was so comfortable in Dieter’s arms that I was ready to doze off. I jumped when his phone rang on the coffee table. He chuckled and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “Easy there,” he said, leaning forward to look at the phone screen. “Oh, it’s my agent. I’ve got to take this.” He snatched up the phone and answered the call.

“Hey,” he said. “No, no, it’s fine. Just hanging out with my girlfriend. So what’s up?”

He wriggled out from under me and walked into the other room, away from the noise of the television. I sat on the couch, stunned. Had he just referred to me as his girlfriend? We hadn’t talked about where this thing was going, hadn’t discussed whether we were exclusive or how serious either of us was.

He disappeared for a while, leaving me to stare at the TV until Netflix asked “Are you still there?” I stirred enough to press the button on the remote, and it started playing the next episode of whatever we’d been watching. Dieter came back in and tossed his phone back on the table. He flopped down on the couch and pulled me into his lap.

“He’s got me an audition for a rom-com,” he said. “Finally, something that isn’t an action flick. Keep your fingers crossed.”

“That’s great news,” I said. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax until I knew for sure. “Um, did you mean what you said?”

“What did I say?,” he asked distractedly, busy with the remote looking through the Netflix menu.

“You … you told him you were hanging out with your girlfriend,” I said carefully. “Did you mean that? Am I your girlfriend?”

He dropped the remote. “Shit,” he said. He ran one hand through his hair, making it even messier than usual. “Um, yeah, I know we haven’t really talked about things, but … yeah, I do think of you as my girlfriend.”

I turned around in his lap to face him. “So does that make you my boyfriend?” I asked, cupping his face with one hand.

He smiled. “I guess it does,” he said. I leaned forward and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “Oh, yeah, definitely your boyfriend,” he said between kisses.

I sat back. “We should probably talk about this,” I said. “I mean, I’m going back to work soon, and I don’t know how often we’ll be able to see each other. This is kind of going to be a long-distance relationship, you know.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know, but I’m cool with that. It’s not ideal, but we’ll make it work. We can spend the weekends together, maybe I can come out during the week sometimes … we’ll manage.”

“About that,” I said. “If we’re going to be spending the weekends together, maybe it’s time we … um, take the next step? I mean, if we’re serious about each other.”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” he said, his hands sliding down to my hips. “So very, very serious about you.” He kissed me fiercely and I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. After a few minutes, he reached onto the coffee table for the remote and clicked the television off.

“Let’s move this into the bedroom,” he murmured.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, feeling giddy. He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he led me off to bed.

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I woke up long before the sun came up. As I crawled out of bed, Dieter stirred. “Where you goin’?” He mumbled.

“Have to pee,” I whispered back. He grunted and buried his face in the pillow. I stumbled through the darkened house to the bathroom, still half asleep myself. I flicked on the light and immediately regretted it. I had to screw my eyes shut against the blinding glare, and fumbled for the switch. Of course, that meant I was effectively blind until my eyes readjusted and I nearly missed the toilet.

I was laughing as I made my way back to the bedroom. “What's so funny?” Dieter said, his voice muffled through the pillow. “Are you looking at my ass?”

“No,” I said, slipping back under the covers. “I just blinded myself with the bathroom light and almost killed myself.”

“Oh, okay, then,” he said. He pulled me close and pressed a kiss against my forehead. “Now shut up and let me sleep.”

“You’re grumpy when you’re sleepy,” I replied.

“Less talk, more sleep,” he said, pulling his pillow over his head.

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The sun was high by the time we finally got up the next morning. Dieter was definitely not a morning person. He was not talkative at all, pulling on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts before stumbling to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. I picked my clothes up off the bedroom floor, got dressed, and followed him.

“Want some breakfast?” I asked, opening the refrigerator to see what he had. I always wake up starving, for some reason.

“Um,” he grunted, slumped on a stool at the kitchen island.

“Is that a yes or a no?,” I laughed. I smoothed his messy hair back from his face and kissed his forehead.

“Yes,” he said. “Coffee first, though.”

I found some eggs, butter, and a loaf of bread on the counter. “How do you like your eggs?” I asked, not expecting much of an answer. He was busy preparing his coffee and didn’t hear me at first. “I said … how do you like your eggs?”

“Hmm, oh, runny, please,” he said before taking a deep gulp of coffee. He sighed and sank back down onto his seat.

“Sunny side up, coming right up,” I said brightly, as I put the frying pan on the stove. He flipped me off.

“Gee, I’d think you’d be nicer to me after what I let you do to me last night,” I teased.

“You loved it,” he retorted, clearly starting to react to the caffeine.

“Yeah, I did,” I admitted. I tossed a pat of butter into the hot frying pan. “How many eggs?”

“Two,” he said, standing up, carrying his coffee mug with him. He stood right behind me, putting his chin on my shoulder.

“Back off,” I said. “I can’t cook if you’re on top of me like that.”

“Oh, sorry, thought you liked that,” he teased. I elbowed him in the stomach and he stepped back with an “oof.”

I cracked a couple of eggs into the pan, then popped some toast into the toaster while they started to fry. “Make yourself useful and get some plates,” I told him.

“I’d think you’d be nicer to me after what I did to you last night,” he replied. I flipped him off and he laughed. He was definitely responding to the caffeine.

I finished his eggs, plated them, and started on my own. His toast popped up and I slathered it with butter for him. “Go ahead,” I said. “Don’t let it get cold.”

He broke the yolks on his eggs, dipped in his toast and took a big bite. “Mmm, you’re definitely a keeper,” he said after he’d swallowed.

“Eggs and toast aren’t that difficult,” I said. “Don’t get any grand ideas about me being a good cook or anything.” I pointed the spatula at him.

He held his hands up. “I would never assume,” he said. “Traditional gender roles have no place in this house.” He took another bite and pointed at the stove with his fork. “Your eggs are burning.”

“Oh, shit,” I said, quickly pulling the pan off the burner, narrowly saving my breakfast from ruin. Fortunately, my toast came out perfectly.

After breakfast (and two more cups of coffee for Dieter), he did the dishes and retired to the shower. When he returned, he was dressed in a nicer t-shirt and a clean pair of shorts. “You actually look alive now,” I told him.

“It takes me a while,” he admitted. “Hope that’s not going to be a problem.”

“No,” I said. “Lazy mornings are just fine by me, when I can get away with it.” I pulled him down onto the couch next to me. “During the week, I’m in such a rush … this is nice.” I snuggled up next to him.

“So, what do you want to do today?,” he asked. “Go to the movies, take a hike, hit a museum?”

“Just hang out with my boyfriend,” I replied.

“Sounds good to me.”

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As I drove home that afternoon, it hit me. I’d slept with a movie star. It hadn’t felt like that at the time. It was just me and Dieter, the guy I was crazy about, who called me every night and talked about stupid stuff until we were both tired enough to call it a night. It had felt natural, easy. But as I steered through traffic on the 10 I realized the implications of our actions.

I was Dieter’s girlfriend. He’d said it. That meant we were exclusive. Things were serious. And now I was part of his story. A story that was plastered all over the Internet and social media and magazines any time he did anything remotely news worthy. A story I would be featured in if we went somewhere public, if he mentioned me in an interview. Part of me — the part that had always told herself it didn’t matter that she hadn’t been asked to the dance because she didn’t want to go anyway — wanted to flaunt it to the world.

A bigger part of me was scared shitless. I hated having my picture taken. I always volunteered to be the photographer on outings, feeling safer behind the camera than in front of it. I offered to help in the kitchen at parties, help clear up after meetings. I liked being in the background, part of something but never the focus. Dieter lived in a huge spotlight. He was the main character of not only his own life, but most events around him. I wasn’t sure I could handle that amount of attention.

But then I thought of him when we were alone, just the two of us together. He felt right. We felt right. My head fit against his shoulder like we were two puzzle pieces. He’d told me bits and pieces about his life, things I suspected he hadn’t told anyone else besides his therapist. I told him stuff, too, surprising myself with my candor. It wasn’t just physical intimacy between us. It was emotional, mental, intellectual.

I tried to concentrate on the traffic. I knew Sam would tell me I was still in the infatuation stage, and tease me that the man must be good in bed if I was so discombobulated by being dicked down for the first time. But I knew it wasn’t that. Or at least not just that.

It scared me. Because for the first time in my life, I felt like the main character of my own story, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be a star.

By the time I got home, I had a raging tension headache from driving. I flipped through my mail, took some ibuprofen and settled down on the couch to text Sam.

ME: Hey

SAM: Oh, you’re still alive. Starting to wonder.

ME: Ha ha very funny. I just got home.

SAM: From yesterday’s date? No way. I want details!

ME: It was good.

SAM: You fucked a celebrity and all you tell me is it was good? That’s bs.

ME: I slept with my boyfriend for the first time. It was good but awkward. You know how it is.

SAM: Excuse me, BOYFRIEND? When did this go from ‘we’re kind of seeing each other’ to ‘he’s my BOYFRIEND’? You skipped a big chunk.

ME: Last night. Look, are you going to be serious about this?

SAM: Of course. Sorry. Go on.

I wasn’t sure what to tell her. What had happened between me and Dieter was private. I wanted to keep it that way, but at the same time, Sam had always been my safe person, the one I could tell just about anything to because she lived so far away and wasn’t part of my day to day life.

ME: He got a phone call from his agent. He told the guy he was just ‘hanging out with his girlfriend.’ I asked him if he meant it. He said yes.

SAM: So this is serious.

ME: Very serious. Sam, I don’t know what I’m doing! Dieter is amazing. He’s funny and smart and he just gets me.

SAM: And he’s hot.

ME: Yeah, and he’s hot. But it’s summer and I have all this free time and I feel like a kid on vacation. What’s going to happen once I’m back at work and we’re both busy and he’s off filming something and we hardly see each other? How long can we keep this up?

SAM: If it’s meant to be, you’ll figure it out. But you won’t know unless you try. And sweetie, even if it doesn’t work out, you’ll have a hell of a story to tell when we’re in the retirement community knitting socks.

(We had a long standing joke that even though we lived so far apart, we’d eventually end up living in the same senior center and spend our days knitting socks and drinking mimosas between bingo games.)

ME: It doesn’t feel like a fling. But it can’t be the real thing, can it? I mean, he’s got a fucking Oscar on his bookshelf, Sam. I saw it. Just sitting there like a knickknack.

SAM: So what? Thom’s got a degree from Harvard hanging on the wall. Doesn’t make him better than me. Look, Em, loosen up. Enjoy yourself. You always look for the crash that might be coming instead of enjoying the ride. Maybe he’s the One. Maybe he isn’t. But right now, he’s yours. No one else’s. Just yours.

ME: You’re right. You’re always right. I should let you go. Give Thom and the kids a hug from me.

SAM: Only if you give Dieter one from me! Can’t wait to let that name drop next time I have to see that bitch Lana, ha ha!

I always felt better after chatting with Sam. She had a way of taking the blinders off of me, letting me see more than just the narrow path ahead that I imagined, strewn with rocks and danger. She’d helped me through losing both my parents, layoffs and furlough days at work, and various other bumps in the road, keeping me focused on the silver lining of even the darkest cloud.

Dieter wasn’t a dark cloud. He was sunlight and moonbeams and starshine. All I had to do was step out into the light.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] -  twenty-five | can I pick her up? can I tell her I love her? will she get mad?

Wooyoung rang the doorbell and you clapped your hands together as you waited in the hall with Wooyoung and Yeosang.

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked.

“I’m excited to see a cat.”

Wooyoung and Yeosang laughed.

“Do you parents still have Beanie?”

“Beanie?” Wooyoung asked. “Your cat is named ‘Beanie’?”

“Yeah, his mom was named Porky.”

Wooyoung sighed, and leaned against the wall dramatically. 

Yeosang smiled at his reaction.

“What? Don’t tell me you hate it.”

“I’m… I’m so upset I didn’t think of that first. Please tell me Porky was fat.”

“She was fat--”

“Who was fat?” San asked as he opened the door.

“One of my parents’ cats.”

“Oh,” he chuckled and let you all into the apartment. “Come in, I have food-- Baby, come’re!” He shouted into the apartment.

A somewhat chubby yet chic siamese ran over to greet you as you came in.

San picked her up and gave her a hug and held her so you could pet her. “This is her majesty, Byeol.”

You held out your hand so she could smell it, and she did, and then full-forced headbutted your hand with her face and rubbed all over it. You gasped quietly, eyes welling with tears as you felt what could only be given by a cat: the kind of regal acceptance of a monarch to their subject.

“She likes me.”

San smiled. Once you were done he set her back onto the floor and she rubbed all over your legs.

You reached out for San and whispered. “San, she likes me.” 

San held your hands and laughed.

“I’m really going to cry, I haven’t seen a cat since I moved out of my parents house-- except for visiting them. I miss cats. Can I pick her up? Can I tell her I love her? Will she get mad?”

“No, she likes being picked up. You can hold her like a baby.”

You scooped Byeol up as San said and she slow-blinked at you. You looked at San and whined. He laughed at you. 

“You’re so pretty,” you said as you cradled her.

“Y/n, we’re eating the food without you.” Yeosang warned.

You gave Byeol a kiss and put her back on the floor. “I’ll kill you myself, Sangie.”

He chuckled.

This non-party was like the last non-party, only with slightly less alcohol.

“Where’s your roommate?” Wooyoung asked. “I thought maybe he was in his room but he hasn’t come out.” 

“He’s been at work all day. I think he’s shooting something?”

“Shooting something?” You asked.

“He’s an actor.”

“Oh, cool.”

San nodded.

“Is he popular at all?”

“I think he’s mostly been a bit part in things, but he is trying.”

You nodded. “Well, good for him.”

This time, Wooyoung and Yeosang ended up sleeping on the couch together; Yeosang functioning almost as a second mattress as Wooyoung was draped over him, or perhaps, Wooyoung was functioning as a blanket. Byeol was curled up in your lap purring like a steam engine as you petted her and talked to San.

“Do you really miss having a cat that bad?” He laughed softly.

“Who else is going to ignore me, but in a loving way? And yell at me when they think I’m going to to get them food, but I’m actually walking past it?”

He laughed again.

You smiled as you pet her. “It is lonely when you don’t have anyone around though. And obviously a cat isn’t as good of company as a person, but it’s nice to have someone to spend time with.”

He nodded. “I’m sort of surprised you and Yeosang aren’t roommates, then.”

“Oh, I only found out we were in the same building the day I moved in. Another friend of mine is the one who found the place for me.”

“Oh, why don’t you live with them, then? If you feel lonely.”

You thought about it for a moment as you pet Byeol. Should you tell him that Keeho is an idol?

“I--”

You turned to him.

“I mean, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, um… He and I keep very different hours so we’d probably just end up annoying each other.”

“Ah. How long have you known each other?”

“Umm… So, I knew Yeosang all through grade school, then he moved away, and I had actually met my other friend before that but we only became friends after Yeosang left when he noticed me sitting by myself in class and asked where he was. So… early high school? We’ve been friends since then.”

“You must be close enough that you wouldn’t annoy each other like that.”

You laughed softly. “You’d think, but sometimes living with someone else can really change how you see a person. Like, if you’re neat and they’re messy or something.”

San nodded.

You sat silently for a few moments and you went back to petting Byeol.

“You’re a streamer, right?” San asked.

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“So I guess you probably stay up late, and that’s where the weird hours would come from?”

You chuckled. “Yeah. I play a lot of games by myself, too.”

His face brightened. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Which ones?”

“Umm… mostly I like RPGs or chill games, but then I’ll play like… multiplayers and stuff with my friends.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” San smiled.

“I built my own computer.” You nodded.

“Shit, really?”

You nodded proudly.

“I built my own too.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Want to see?”

“Um, yes?” 

San stood and you scooped Byeol up and followed him to his room. He turned the lights on and presented the tower of his computer, which was currently off.

“What are the specs?”

“How would you feel if I said it had an Nvidia GeForce RTX 3080 Ti?”

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. Silence fell for a moment as you processed the letters and numbers you heard and gained a new appreciation for the man standing in front of you.

He smiled.

You suddenly felt that computer building could be a thing that was so… sexual.

“Don’t those need a really beefy power supply?”

He nodded. “It has it.”

“Ooooooof.” You breathed as you looked back at the tower. “I’ve never felt so envious before in my life.”

He chuckled.

“I can’t believe you dropped that much money on it.”

He shrugged. “It’d been a while since I built a new computer so I figured why not? Money’s no good unless you spend it.”

“That’s so sexy of you.” 

You froze for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that San also froze. You hated that you couldn't control your penchant for speaking without thinking outside of your streams: while you were streaming it made you hilarious, in real life it made you awkward. You did the only thing you could do and deflected; lifting Byeol up and holding her so her face was in yours. 

“Miss Byeol, you didn’t tell me your daddy had such incredible taste in computer parts. You shouldn’t keep secrets, you bad girl.”

San exhaled a laugh and you went back to holding her like a baby, the movement not deterring her from her eye smiles and happy purring.

“Oh, and it has LEDs,” San leaned over and turned it on, deep purple LEDs lighting up in the case as well as behind the double monitors.

“Wow. I’m a red LEDs person myself, but I can see you’re a man of taste.”

He laughed and held the power button to shut the computer off. The lights went off and everything was dark again.

“Should we go back to the living room?”

You chuckled. “I’m sure the sleepy twins are missing us terribly.”

San laughed as you turned and followed you out, turning off the lights.

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[cosmica-galaxy]

THIS IS SO LATE!! I’M SORRY!! I ran out of steam after Christmas... Have this late holiday special as an apology! Words: 4,100 --

🌿 🎉 The SQ grunts react to New Years and Mistletoe 🎉🌿

It has been a full year ever since you made contact with Nevada and its inhabitants. You had invited them all over on numerous occasions to celebrate holidays with you and every single one was better when they were there with you. But now it was time for the finisher. It was New Year’s Eve and the new year was ready to be born. You had prepared a large party in preparation for the New Years celebration. You had a place in your backyard set up for the fireworks and a pleasant meal in preparation for your guests, who were told to arrive that night. So far, everything was in order and you were simply waiting for them to arrive. Then suddenly, you feel a familiar electric charge fill your home and you stand there smiling wide, they’re here! You happily welcome them into your home upon their arrival, offering drinks and explaining that it was New Year’s Eve. A time for the new birth of a new year. The crew can only happily return your greetings and take a few drinks from you in response. You go into a brief explanation that you were excited to share drinks, party, eat, and launch fireworks into the sky to celebrate. To which the crew responded in kind, seemingly catching your sense of excitement. You let them wander around as you get everything gathered and finished. ~ HANK ~ Hank was the first to pop into your home, the same as all of the other times the SQ crew came to visit. He was expecting something similar to what you had last time, but he was surprised to still see some lingering holiday decorations strewn about and the TV on with an announcer talking about the year coming to an end. He listened to your explanation about what was going to go on tonight and Hank merely nodded in understanding, nuzzling you a bit as you waved him off with a chuckle and told him that you were going to the kitchen to get some snacks. It didn’t take long for Hank to slowly grow bored as he watched the TV and listened to his comrades and the announcer chat idly on the screen about the event taking place. He eventually stands up, stretches, and begins to head towards the kitchen to check up on you. But upon reaching the doorway, he feels you impact his chest and let out a little ‘oof’ in response. “Oh! Excuse me, Hank! I was just heading back into the living room!” You smile up at the large mercenary, which was undeniably cute to him. Then, he gets annoyed. Not from you, but something was tickling the top of his head and he reels back to look at what was hanging on the doorframe above him. Only to find a strange plant hanging over the door frame that was dangling from a string. It appeared that the red ribbon that was attached to the plant was the cause of the ticklish sensation. “O-Oh…that…” The sudden shift in his Player’s tone made the merc look down at them to see them surprisingly flustered. He tilts his head in confusion. “That’s mistletoe, Hank. Humans have a tradition around the holidays that says that those who stand under the mistletoe have to…kiss.” The Player explains meekly, still holding the tray of goodies close to them. Hank’s goggles almost seem to sparkle at the explanation, to which the Player laughs nervously. “B-But it’s not enforced! I just hung it up because it was festive, we don’t really have to–” Hank gently grabs your jaw in one of his large hands, making you blush and stutter. “H-Hank?” You squeak out. Wordlessly, Hank pulls down his mask with his other hand and leans down. Then, you feel his metal jaw pressing on your lips, along with the upper part of his teeth. Your eyes widened in surprise before you slowly blink and close them, leaning into the towering grunt in front of you. The tray of snacks is completely forgotten as you and Hank kiss under the mistletoe. He had a similar taste to metal and a heavy mix of ketchup and blood. It took a moment for you to get over it, but once you slowly grew numb to it, you deepened the kiss. Causing the large grunt to let out a series of deep rumbling purrs. Hank opens his mouth wider to allow his tongue to slip out and intertwine with the Player’s who hums in response and takes his appendage into their mouth and allows him to explore their maw. You both happily relish in the kissing and you even let out a muffled moan in response. “AYO WHAT THE FUCK?!” Both of you are suddenly disturbed from your tender moment as you break away from Hank who tries to envelop you in another kiss, but you lean away from him to look around his body. Hank lets out a growl as he turns around to see the rest of the crew staring in shock at you both. You pretty much drop the snack tray in response to being caught kissing Hank and you fidget with your hands in response. “O-OH! Um, don’t worry! It was just because we were under the mistletoe! It’s tradition to kiss under it!” You rush to explain. You might not have noticed the gears in the other members' heads turning, but Hank did. As quick as he could, he reaches up to the top of the door frame, rips off the mistletoe, and tosses it into his mouth. Shocking everyone in the room, including you. A second ticks by before the chaos erupts. “Hank!! No!! Those are poisonous!! Spit it out!!” “Yeah, spit it out you fucker! I want a kiss too!!” Deimos angrily shouts. “I’ll get him!” Sanford suddenly pipes up. “I’ll help!” “Please do not fight! Hank, spit it out!! Don’t swallow that!! Hank! Spit it out! Now!!” “You are all ruining this party.” Doc mutters as he shakes his head from side to side and takes another swig from his drink. Watching all of you wrestle Hank in an effort to get him to spit out the poisonous mistletoe. ~ SANFORD AND DEIMOS ~ Upon both of the men arriving into your home, they were also expecting the home to be decorated with lots of unique items and colorful lights like before. But much to their own surprise, the house looked actually a little bit more sparser than it was at Christmas. The only thing that looked different was that the TV was displaying a formal announcer that was talking in front of a large crowd of cheering people. Announcing that the year was officially coming to an end and that the new year was going to arrive shortly. Both men were confused by the image of the displayed illuminated ball that was slowly climbing down a large pole on a tall building. With crowds upon crowds of people seemingly standing out in the streets to “watch it drop”. Sanford’s attention is quickly snatched away from the TV upon you peeking into the room and welcoming all of them into your home again. “It’s New Years Eve! Tonight is just fireworks, drinking, and celebration!” You quickly explain. “I’m even making a meal for all of you to enjoy! It’ll just be a little bit longer, so make yourself at home!” You finish as you return to the kitchen. Sanford was always helpful when it came to your dinner parties, so he wastes no time trying to hurry to the kitchen while the others settled in. With the exception of Deimos, who watched his companion head towards the kitchen. However, he wasn’t watching where he was going. As soon as he rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, his chest got collided into by the resident human. The Player lets out an ‘oof’ as the cookie tray they were carrying clatters to the floor and all the cookies spill out onto the ground. “Ah shit! Sorry, Player!” Sanford hurriedly apologizes as he leans over and tries to help pick up the hot cookies. “Oh! Sanford!Be careful, they’re still hot!” You warn as you move the heated tray away and try your best to pick up the cookies as well. Sanford felt so embarrassed and even more so when the noise had drawn in his companion, Deimos. “What the hell happened?? We heard a crash from the living room.” Deimos questions for a moment before taking in the sight of the spilled cookies on the ground. “Ooooh. Damn it, I was looking forward to those…” Deimos then pops his head out of the kitchen and back into the living room. “They just dropped a cookie tray. Me and Sanford got this covered!” Deimos called out into the other room before kneeling down and grabbing the hot tray with his bare hands. “Deimos! That tray just came out of the oven!!” You worriedly shriek. Deimos merely blinks at you before snickering. “I handle hot stuff all of the time, Player. This hot tray ain’t got nothing on me~” Deimos purrs. “O-Oh! Well…thank you both! For helping me with the spill…sadly, I don’t think I want to serve you guys cookies that have been on the floor. I’ll just make a new batch!” You sigh. “Aw, don’t worry about it! We’ve had worse than simple ‘floor cookies’! Your floor is clean enough to eat off of anyway.” Deimos says as the last of the toppled treats were picked up by him and Sanford. “Yeah. You don’t have to stress about making more. It was my fault, I should’ve watched where I was going.” Sanford grunts as he stands up. Then, he feels something peculiar tickling his head, it takes a few moments of watching you and Deimos get off the floor before Sanford grows tired of the tickling and looks up. Finding a strange plant hanging by a string above him, the ribbon tickling the top of his head as it dangles down. “Hey, Player…what’s this for?” Sanford can’t help but ask as the Player turns and sees the plant that Sanford was standing under. Then, both mercenaries are suddenly interested when the Player seems to grow flustered and set the cookies down on the counter. “Oh…that’s Mistletoe. It’s a decoration that a lot of humans hang up in their homes around this time of year. Tradition says that whoever is caught standing together under the mistletoe has to…kiss.” The Player shyly explains while the lightbulb in both of the mercenaries slowly blinked on and Sanford began to grin widely. “So…I’m standing under it, eh? Care to join me, Player?” Sanford flirts, to which the Player begins to blush. “I mean! I would! I could? If it’s not too invasive of your personal space! We don’t have to if–” “Aw! Come on! Get on with it!” Deimos cackles as he gets behind the Player and pushes them gently into Sanford’s arms. “I’m next after you’re done with them, Sanford!” Deimos snickers eagerly. You gasp as Sanford holds you close to his chest as he leans down a bit. He gently takes your chin into his fingers as he guides your head upwards. Sanford looks just as nervous as you do as you give him the go ahead to give you a kiss with a brief nod. You both lean in and your lips meet in a subtle electrifying way. You lean on Sanford as you both deepen the kiss. Sanford had a subtle taste of alcohol on his lips and a slight feel of roughness around his mouth. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant as he turns his head and you both feel the relief and tension in the room ease away as you both take in one another in such an intimate fashion. You even let out a brief hum as Sanford nips your lip gently with his teeth and you open your mouth a bit to nip his protruding lip back in return. Enticing a grunt out of the man as he sighs in bliss before you both finally pull away. You both were a flustered and blushing mess as you two separate. “You…you’re a great kisser, Sanford…” You mutter shyly as Sanford couldn’t help but rub the back of his neck meekly in response. “ME NEXT! ME NEXT!” Deimos suddenly cuts in, making you both jump as he eagerly worms his way in between you two. “See! I’m under the mistletoe too!That means I need a kiss!” You can only laugh at the grunt’s enthusiasm. “Okay, okay! Come here, Dei…” You snicker a bit as Sanford moves to the side to allow you both space under the mistletoe. Deimos was much more eager as he pulled you in close by the small of your back and plants his lips onto yours eagerly. You can only roll your eyes and return the kiss to the impulsive mercenary. Your lips mingle as Deimos sighs against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, making you moan at the action. His mouth carried the taste of nicotine and smoke and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it did muddle the true taste of Deimos. You wrapped your arms around him in kind as you both kissed under the mistletoe and his sharp teeth nip at your lips, begging for entry. You part your jaw slightly and are surprised to feel his tongue slide into your jaw and tangle with yours. You can’t help the soft whimper and the redding of your face as Deimos’s tongue intertwines with yours and explores the entirety of your maw greedily. Eventually, you both finally break apart. Panting harshly to get your oxygen back. “Damn, Dei! Lips AND tongue?? Don’t you think that was a bit much??” Sanford arches his brow and seems flustered from watching you both kiss so passionately. “Hell no!” Deimos grins impishly as he sticks his tongue out at Sanford before releasing you from his arm. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Deimos POUNCES on Sanford after letting you go and plants his lips onto Sanford’s. Surprising you and Sanford both, but Sanford merely shakes his head from side to side before returning the kiss. You could only blink in shock before laughing lightly and hurrying to clean up the cookies while the two have their moment. They even seem to be much more forceful and eager than they were with you, which probably means that this wasn’t the first time the two kissed one another. You can only freshen up the cookies, plate the sweets, and hurry from the kitchen with a bright red and flustered expression. Making the other two mercenaries that were sitting in your living room wonder what the hell went on in the kitchen that caused such a reaction from you. ~ DOC ~ Like all the times before, this seemed to be the last event that was celebrated by humans during the end of the yearly cycle. Well, judging by the information from what Doc was managing to read on his new tablet he got for ‘christmas’ while the other mercenaries explored your home that was decorated with what remained of the previous holiday. The announcer on the TV was simply talking about a ‘ball dropping’ and how various things have happened over the years. Both good and bad. Confetti and sparklers and cheering crowds could be seen on the TV getting ready for the big event. Thankfully, Doc wasn’t around such large crowds. He was much more serious and kind of a loner…and he liked it that way, primarily. He just needed his men and the missions…and his Player. Speaking of his Player, he silently found himself wondering what they were doing in the kitchen for such a long time. Usually you came out to greet them after they arrived in your abode. A silent feeling of nagging worry curled up inside of him and Doc quickly finds himself putting his tablet aside. He gets up from the couch and begins to head into the kitchen to investigate. Upon peering into the kitchen, he finds you painting a pair of cookies carefully. Each one shaped like weapons, grunts, and even yourself. Doc begins to walk into the kitchen, completely unaware of the decoration that was hanging above the doorway getting snagged on his mohawk, before he approaches you. “Player? What are you doing?” He inquires as you jump from his appearance, but you don’t take your eyes off the cookies on the tray. “Oh! Hello, Doc! I’m just finishing touching up these cookies! They’ve been cooling for a while and now they’re ready for the icing!” You explain, showing Doc the cookies in question. “I see…” Doc mutters. “Do…Do you want to help? I still have a few cookies to put icing on. An extra pair of hands would be beneficial for the sake of time, don’t you think?” You ask, offering Doc a small icing tube while you keep focusing on the cookie you were working on. “I suppose so. I’ll do what I can.” You can only snicker a bit. “You can do complex surgeries, I think you can handle painting a couple of cookies~” You tease as he shakes his head and chuckles in response. Both of you work in tandem with one another as the cookies are painted carefully. One by one, each cookie is completed and put to the side to dry. It certainly saved you about 30 minutes of labor with Doc giving you a helping hand. Just as you predicted, his steady hands made the cookies look surprisingly elegant in their designs. You even find yourself kinda envious of his technique. Regardless of the designs, the last cookie was then completed and placed to the side with a successful sigh from you both. Finally, you look up to Doc. “Thank you so much for your help, Doc! I really–?” You tilt your head and then you begin to snicker, enticing a look of confusion to be thrown your way. “What? Is something wrong? Do I have icing on my face…?” “Hehe! No Doc…just…lean down a bit. You have something stuck in your hair…” Doc does as you request and he feels you gently pluck something from his mohawk. Upon looking at it, he feels more confusion grow as he takes in the appearance of the strange plant. A small green plant with red berries and a red ribbon were tied to it. “What’s that?” “Oh, this? This was just the mistletoe that was hanging in the kitchen doorway. It must’ve got stuck in your hair when you came through.” You explain, still holding the plant in your hand. “Does it have any significance to this human holiday?” “Well…yes and no? It’s more of a traditional thing. Mistletoe is for the winter holidays and the tradition is that if two humans stand under it…they have to…kiss.” You explain. Doc tilts his head in response. “Kiss…?” You nod. “It’s just a silly human tradition! We don’t really have to do anything. It’s just a festival kinda thing…” You hurriedly explain. Doc pauses for a moment before he mutters out “But…what if the humans WANT to…?” You blink in surprise before saying “Well…I guess…they can…if YOU want to…”. A moment of silence passes as you still hold the mistletoe before Doc looks around briefly and then begins to reach for the clasp of his mask. You watch in eagerness as Doc pops the clasps of his Masks and begins to slip it off. Revealing his scarred mouth and face to you. You didn’t utter a sound as he set it to the side and looked back to you. His goggles are filled with apprehension as he turns to face you. “Player…we…don’t HAVE to do this you know. We can just be–” You silence the grunt by placing the mistletoe down and gently reaching up to clasp his jaw into your hands. “But…what if I want to?” You inquire as Doc stands there for a moment. Then, he allows you to bring him closer to you as you initiate the kiss. Your lips pressed together as Doc slowly wraps his arms around you and presses you against his chest. In which, you return the favor by wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself from slipping away. Doc’s lips held a slightly salty taste and a sterile aroma as he pressed his lips into yours tightly. You let out a little moan in response to his fangs digging into your lips as you twist your head a bit to deepen the kiss. Doc even found himself sighing in bliss as he politely asks for further entry, to which you allow him to do so. His tongue slowly snakes into your maw and wraps around your own. He has secretly longed for this moment. The moment he got to FEEL you…to TOUCH you…to TASTE you…and you were everything he imagined and more. Such an intimate moment that was shared by you both as the two of you finally break away for a breath. You pant against him as he does the same, both of you silently looking into one another’s eyes. “WOO!! GET SOME, DOC!!” Both of you jump high out of your skins as you both look towards the exit to the kitchen. Finding Deimos, Sanford, and even HANK standing in the doorway. The Player could only say an ‘oh my’ and laugh lightly in response as Doc glares at the gawking mercenaries. “Dei! You ruined their moment!” Sanford chides. “Good.” Hank growls out. “Aww, come on! They were totally into it! Do it again, Doc!” “All of you go back to the living room. Now.” Doc firmly orders as Sanford nods and begins to drag Dei out of the kitchen, while Hank stays behind for a moment before leaving. Doc then looks back towards you before shaking his head from side to side. “Can’t have anything nice with them around.” “That’s okay, Doc.” You joyously snicker before grabbing up the tray of cookies from the counter. “Next time, we’ll make sure we have more privacy.” “Yes we’ll…wait. ‘Next time’?” Doc suddenly says in a flabbergasted manner as he watches the Player head to the door, look over their shoulder, and give him a promising wink before disappearing off into the living room. Doc can only blink in surprise and look down at the mistletoe that was sitting idly on the counter. He then grabs the little plant and stuffs it into his pocket while he slips his mask back on. He’ll be needing the mistletoe for ‘next time’. A time he can’t wait to experience again…and hopefully they’ll have more privacy next time. ~~ The night went on and snacks, drinks, and fireworks were brought outside as you all watched the news and the closer midnight came, the more your festivities picked up. Your distant neighbors could even be heard popping off their own fireworks as you all gathered around the TV for the big moment. “10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!” You all let off numerous party poppers as the screen began to flash as the ball dropped and loud applause could be heard coming from the TV with the thunderous applause “HAPPY NEW YEAR” the crowd can be heard cheering. “HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS!” You cheer loudly as more party poppers explode and you all hurry outside. You cover your yard with confetti, sparklers, and Deimos lights the larger fireworks off. Each of you celebrate in your own manner as the night sky is illuminated with multiple colors of fireworks. Each of your boys eating and snacking as well as taking turns with the fireworks you managed to buy. Popping them all off to hoots and hollers as you enjoy their enthusiasm in “blowing shit up”. Not only did you get to spend the end of the year with your precious otherworldly friends, but you also got a kiss from the one you adored this New Years. What a great start to the new year! Hopefully you all will experience the rest of the new year together and you couldn’t wait to show them other places and holidays! But for now…you party until the early hours of the morning with all your boys. THIS WAS THE BEST NEW YEARS PARTY EVER!!

[caffeineyum]

Muffins (Chapter 1)

This is fan fiction featuring @biomecharnotaurus’s OC Alba B221 :)

I hope you like it and that I did her justice! More to come if you like it

Alba woke with a start, in a cold sweat and breathing hard. She sat up immediately and quickly got out of the UNSCs idea of a bed. The clock read 04:13am, it was around the same time every night. Alba grabbed her UNSC issued sweats and pulled them on. Slipped her feet into her boots, loosely tied them, then quickly exited her quarters. 

Silently she sped through the corridors of the UNSC carrier, careful to not break into a run but moving far faster than what would be considered “walking pace.” Alba took a right then a left, navigating the corridors as if it were second nature. Until she finally got to the cafeteria. Sitting in the center of it was a stand with snacks for grab and go. Alba walked up to it and froze. 

The muffins were gone. She looked again. No muffins. The Spartan let out a sigh and simply stood there staring. Her shoulders hunched over a wave of deep disappointment hit her. 

“Hi,” a voice called. Alba’s head snapped in the direction of the voice. Behind the counter stood a woman with blonde hair tied in a bun with grey eyes and a bright smile, she wore an apron covering UNSC issued clothing. Alba felt herself take a step backwards. The thought of talking to anyone right now was too much for her. “Wait! Would you like some fresh muffins? They’re about come out of oven.” The woman called. 

Alba stopped her retreat. 

“That’s what you were looking for right?” She questioned. Alba nodded, and a beep sounded from behind the woman. “There it is! One second!” She called and ran into the kitchen behind her. Alba blinked before cautious taking a seat across from the counter. 

The Spartan tapped her fingers against the table gently avoiding making any noise. Alba didn’t recognize the woman. Normally around this time there were two people working in the kitchen. A tall skinny man who looked like he survived on coffee alone and a shorter woman who avoid looking at Alba like she was Medusa. The carrier had docked with a station outside earth yesterday. Maybe this person was a part of a new crew? Alba had heard something about switching out the cooks. Most likely, that would also explain why she didn’t seem afraid. Either that or this woman hadn’t realized yet she was looking at a Spartan. But Alba doubted that, even in “normal” clothes it was easy to tell. The large frame and height gave it away, not to mention the scars decorating her skin. Alba had never been great with people. And being a Spartan never made connecting any easier so this woman’s kind demeanor towards her was puzzling. 

Footsteps sounded as the woman rounded the corner, Alba’s head jolted up at sound. 

“Brought you two of them,” she said with a smile and put a plate with two muffins down in front of Alba.

“Th-thank you,” Alba stuttered, looking from the steaming muffins to the woman. The Spartan was floored, how did she get so lucky to get two muffins?

“No problem. Let me know if you like them. They’re made with a new recipe I came up with,” she replied and took a seat on the table. Alba blinked at the woman in disbelief, she had always eaten the same muffins. She liked them, they were nothing special but they were her 4:00am comfort food. Regardless, she couldn’t deny that the new muffins smelled great, far better than anything that had come out of that kitchen in years. 

Then a patch on the woman’s apron caught her attention. It said “Bestle catering and baking.” Alba had never heard of them and she was unsure of what to do. But Alba was feeling the air growing heavy from her couple of seconds of staring. 

“Are you a new cook?” Alba half blurted half whispered carefully removing the wrapper off of the first muffin. 

“Yeah,” the woman answered. “Apparently the last crew of cooks gave half of ship the shits. So they hired us! Funny that they hired contractors because the food was so bad,” she laughed. 

Alba nodded, she remembered that day. Half of her trainees were running screaming trying to find a bathroom or anything else they could use. That was a bad bad day. That also explained a lot about this woman, although Alba still felt puzzled. Here she was sitting only a foot away and there wasn’t a hint of fear in her voice. As a contractor, this woman wasn’t even UNSC so Alba was likely the first Spartan she had ever seen. 

Alba took her first bite of the muffin. It was warm, moist, delicious and sweet, but not overly sweet like the old ones. She finished the first one determining that one: muffins are better warm and two: these were much better than the old ones. Alba then finished the other one quickly, unlike the ones before she could see herself eating a whole tray. 

“Those were great, thank you,” Alba smiled. 

The contractor’s grey eyes lit up, “Really? I’m so glad you liked them! I was hoping they’d be better than those premade ones!” 

Alba nodded to reassure her then began to stand up. 

“Oh my name’s Jane Smith,” she said introducing herself as she stood up to match Alba. “Come by for fresh muffins anytime,” she smiled offering her hand to share. 

“Alba B221,” she introduced herself. The Spartan then looked at Jane’s hand, suddenly her limbs all felt too big and stiff. Alba jutted out her hand and attempted to give Jane a gentle handshake. Which resulted in an awkward dead fish handshake on the Spartan’s side. Alba removed her hand and felt a bit of heat rush to her face. 

“Nice to meet you,” Jane simply looked up at the larger woman and gave her a warm smile.